Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 1045

Anthea ran as fast as a rabbit all the way. When she reached the Principal's room, she almost threw herself into Adam's arms.

Adam steadied her and helped her stand firmly.

Although he wasn't in the public classroom just now, he could watch the surveillance video.

He could see that Anthea was sitting alone in the middle of the public classroom. The sun outside the window shone on her side face, who was serious and quiet.

Although in the eyes of a professional soldier like him, retaking the exam was not a wise move, he had to admit that this was really a good fightback. Anthea denied their charges directly with her practical action!

Her palm-sized face was delicate and pretty, and her white skin was creamy. In particular, she did not have a ponytail today, and her hair was all down behind her head, which made her features more tender and beautiful.

At this time, her bright shining eyes were staring at him, with an expression of seeking credit and praise from him.

If she had a ponytail today, the ponytail must be shaking happily at this time.

Adam's lips curled up unconsciously. "Yes."

"Haha!" Anthea laughed even more widely, but soon her happiness brought her pain. She frowned and took a deep breath. "Oh!"

"What's wrong?" Adam asked.

Anthea bent down slightly, grimaced, and stretched out her hand to touch the lower abdomen on the right, saying bitterly with her head up, "The wound seems to be opened up!"

It might be because she had run upstairs too hurriedly to find him and accidentally touched the wound.

"I'll take you to the hospital now!" Adam immediately said in a deep voice

Half an hour later, they arrived at the People's Hospital again.

The wound had not yet been completely healed. Now it was opened again. After a careful examination of the wound, the doctor proposed that it needed to be re-sewed, and he ordered the nurse next to him to bring the tools.

After the doctor put on a pair of gloves, the nurse helped him take off Anthea's school uniform and then rolled up the hem of Anthea's T-shirt.

As the cloth was lifted up, her fair and tender skin was exposed in the air.

In order to facilitate the doctor's work, the nurse rolled hem of her T-shirt high up, and the white lace under her bra could even be seen.

Adam was a little flustered. He looked away and said, "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."

Watching him leave, Anthea bit the corner of her mouth lightly, and her face flushed red.

She didn’t know if he was also thinking of that night, just like her.

Back then, he had covered her waist with his huge hand.

The cut was not very deep, and the doctor treated the wound fluently. After the disinfection, he quickly sewed up the wound again and said in a loud voice, "All right, I'm done!"

"You must pay more attention to the wound. Do not run or jump vigorously again. You have to come back to the hospital a week later, and I'll take out the stitches then!"

"Okay, thank you, doctor."

The doctor nodded and gave her a few more instructions. Then, he prescribed some antiinflammatory and anti-infective drugs for her.

Anthea walked out of the emergency room and ran to the smoking area to find Adam, but she immediately remembered the doctor’s words and slowed down. Through the glass on the door, she saw Adam standing there, tall and straight, smoking with one hand in his pocket.

Holding the cigarette butt with slender fingers, he exhaled the white smoke deftly.

It was the first time that she had seen someone smoke so attractive.

Seeming to have noticed that someone was staring at him, Adam turned to look at her and said, "Your wound has been sewed up?"