Luke narrowed his long eyes, suddenly crouching down in front of her.
Without saying a word, he held her ankle and took off her shoes and socks.
"What the hell are you doing?" Eileen kicked her legs with annoyance.
"Be quiet."
Luke raised his eyelids, glancing at her.
Looking at her swollen ankle, he wrapped his left hand around it, put it on his thigh, and applied the crushed green herbs in his right palm to the swelling. "How does it feel?" "Cool, then hot," She replied truthfully, "Are these wild herbs?" "Yeah, just now while you were asleep, I went to the woods again, collecting some herbs and dry firewood..." he said.
Hearing this, Eileen gazed at him.
His white shirt was scratched by tree branches, messy and soiled.
In her memory, he wasn't the man who would do such a thing.
According to the status of the Bennington family in Lanechett, he was born with a silver spoon.
Meanwhile, Luke divided the firewood into four piles.
He set fire to them with the lighter. The flames leaped into the air.
The one pile of fire became five, surrounding them and quickly dispelling the chill.
Even so, they still felt cold.
It was mainly because they gave their coats to Brad. Now they were only wearing a thin shirt and a sweater.
Luke blinked, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
After a short silence, he suddenly strode over and sat down behind the mother and son. He reached out and held them in his arms.
He did that briskly without hesitation.
However, the next second he was punched several times in the chest.
Eileen's chest heaved as she slammed her fist on his chest. "Let go of me!"
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