Chapter 563
Chapter 563:
“Janice, leave now!” Stephen said, his voice cold and agitated.
Despite Stephen’s growing hysteria, Janice remained calm, her expression composed as she asked, “Who hurt you?”
“No one hurt me; it was just an accident,” Stephen replied, turning to grab Janice’s hand, trying to lead her outside. “Please, you have to leave. I need a change.”
Janice pulled her hand away, looking up at Stephen sharply. “You fell? How did you manage to get hurt so badly?”
Her nightmare from the previous night seemed less like a dream and more like a warning.
No wonder she had felt uneasy today. It turned out that Stephen was indeed injured, yet he hadn’t told anyone and was suffering in silence.
“Janice, we’re just acquaintances, and you’re crossing a line.” Stephen spoke in a steady voice, though his eyes revealed the anger he kept hidden behind a calm expression.
He instantly regretted his words.
His words were sharper than he meant them to be, but his thoughts were in disarray, and fear gripped him deeply.
He didn’t want anyone to uncover his secret. It was his lifelong burden and shame.
His life had already fallen apart, and the small bit of dignity he still held on to was the only thing keeping him going. And he couldn’t bear to lose that either.
Janice let out a chuckle. “I suppose I was being too nosy.”
Stephen’s expression softened as he looked at Janice with a mix of emotions.
𝖂𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖌ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝗌ꞏ𝖈𝖔𝖒
Initially panicked and angry, he found his anger fading when he gazed into Janice’s clear, bright eyes. A wave of guilt replaced his anger. “I know you’re worried about me.”
It was true, Janice was concerned for him.
He realized his earlier words had been too harsh. “I’m sorry. But I need you to leave now. And please, keep this between us.”
Janice exhaled, her smile tinged with sadness. “Do you really think you can go on the show in this condition?”
“I know what I’m doing. Just keep this to yourself.”
Janice stared at Stephen with a focused expression, clearly eager to know how he got injured.
However, Stephen’s earlier demeanor had been unusual, and she sensed that pushing him further might break their friendship.
Remembering how Stephen had grabbed a T-shirt, she suspected it was to hide a wound on his back. While a T-shirt could hide the injury, if it got wet, the wound might become infected.
She was uncertain about the severity of Stephen’s injury, but whether it was minor or serious, she felt it was too risky to ignore.
With a final look, Janice turned and left the room.
Stephen was momentarily surprised, then, having thought of something, he followed after her. “Janice.”
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