Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

Chapter 1177

“Mommy!” Irene shook Fia’s arm, trying to plead with her, feeling so bad for poor Conrad.

Fia said in frustration, “That antiseptic’s alcohol concentration is too high. It’s not suitable to be used to clean an open wound!”

“Then, help him, Mommy!” Adrian said with a sob, “Uncle already has a bad leg. Are you going to ruin his hand too?”

Fia looked at her son speechlessly. To be frank, she couldn’t care less about Conrad’s bleeding hand. She’d even be happier if it got ruined! There was no need to sympathize with a jerk like him!

Still, her children were kind and good-hearted. She did not have the heart to make them think that they had a demon as their mother. So…

“Come here!”

Fia ordered Conrad coldly. Hearing this, he limped over and sat next to her. He did not dare to sit too close to her, fearing that he might upset her.

Glancing at his leg, Fia asked coldly, “You’re so filthy rich. Can’t you get someone to heal your damn leg?”

“Thanks for your concern. But don’t worry, I’m already used to it.”

“I’m not concerned about you.” Fia grabbed his hand and began treating his wound. “It’s just that I don’t like how you limp around in front of us to make my children pity you.”

Conrad did not have anything to say to that.

A few moments later, his hand was bandaged. She was pretty good at bandaging. The bandage wrapped around his hand well enough that he did not feel much hindrance to his hand at all, and it was not wrapped too tightly too.

After dealing with his wound, she quietly and efficiently discarded the bloodied cotton balls and put away the med kit.

Adrian and Irene approached Conrad to check on his hand. “Does it still hurt, Uncle?”

Conrad said as he still locked his eyes on Fia, “No, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Uncle, you’re so stupid!” Irene pouted. “How could you hurt yourself like this?! Daddy always said that we must value our well-being and not hurt ourselves. If I got hurt, Daddy and Mommy would be heartbroken!”

Adrian pulled Irene aside and said, “Irene, don’t scold him. Your situation is very different from his.”

“It’s okay. Uncle’s fine. See?” Conrad smiled at the children before looking at Fia again. “Your bandaging skill is really good.”

Fia raised her head and glared at him. “What? You’re a brownnoser now?”

Conrad said earnestly, “No, I mean it. You’re so good at it, almost like you’ve been professionally trained in this.”

“Hehe, who knows? Maybe I was a nurse.”

“Ordinary physicians aren’t as good as you.” Conrad had gotten even more curious about this woman. Just who was she? Where did she come from? And what had she gone through prior to living here?

The way she treated his wound was as professional as a combat medic. Not only that, it seemed to be a method that mercenaries used to treat their wounds on battlefields.

Now that he thought about it… she was really good at fighting. Her strength was not something one could simply wield without a lot of intensive training.

“What do you mean by that?” Fia frowned and glowered at him cautiously.

He looked at her intently, blinked and curved up a smile.

“No, I didn’t mean anything bad. It’s just… you’re so full of mysteries.”

Fia’s heart skipped a beat hearing this, fearing that he had recovered his memories. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Seeing her getting increasingly cautious at him, Conrad quickly explained, “I have a few mercenaries under my employment. So, I’ve heard them mentioning this bandaging technique.”

Fia let out a sigh of relief. So, it was probably Silas and Tiger that mentioned this technique in front of him.

Worried that she did not believe him, Conrad continued explaining. “My secretary said that I participated in a mercenary company’s training regime. So, I did some research and read up on them. And the way you bandaged my hand… It looks like one of their techniques.”

“I see.”

“Is there nothing you want to say to me?” Conrad had never tried to approach someone so proactively all his life, not even before he lost his memories.

When he saw Fia, he had an urge to get close to her, get to know her more. She did not want to be anywhere near him nor have anything to do with him. So, it was up to him to get close to her.

“What should I say to you?” Fia tilted her head and looked at Conrad in confusion. So, he did not just lose his memories but also some IQ as well?

Geez, the way he acted was so different from how she remembered him!