The Day I Kissed An Older Man novel Chapter 1683

Sunny made his voice sound hoarse when he said, "I don't know. Maybe the wound opened up again when I moved my arm to call you."

Xante frowned and looked at him sternly. "You idiot. You should've used your good arm to call me instead!"

Sunny pouted pitifully. "I was in a hurry to call you, so I didn't think too much about it…"

"Haha—ahem, ahem!"

The sound from the sofa caught Xante's attention. When she looked up, she found a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa.

Maxwell could not fight back his laughter. He did not expect Sunny would put on such a show in front of a woman. It was a pity that Sunny was not an actor, or he would have won the 'Best Actor' award.

Xante roughly guessed who the middle-aged man was by how similar he looked to Sunny.

"You must be Mister Maxwell. Forgive me for not noticing you," said Xante, slightly flustered.

Maxwell waved nonchalantly. "It's okay, don't mind me. You two can continue chatting."

Xante did not know what to say.

Sunny did not seem to care that his father was watching the whole thing. He reached out to hold Xante's hand and said, "Xante, my arm hurts so much. Can you please help me massage it? I'm sure that'll help ease the pain a little."

Xante snapped back to the present and looked at Sunny as if he was stupid. "You want me to massage your wound? Won't that just make it worse?"

Sunny was stunned into silence. He wanted so badly for Xante to pity him that he had forgotten the kind of 'wound' he had.

Blushing with embarrassment, Sunny continued to plead, "Then can you please blow on my wound? Just two puffs, and I'll be better."

Xante turned her head to look at the arm he used to grab her. It was his supposedly injured arm.

"Why are you still using that arm? What if the wound gets worse? Don't come crying to me when you have no choice but to chop it off when it gets infected," she scolded with a frown.

Sunny knew he was not really hurt, so he said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, Xante. It's not going to get infected when you're with me. Hehe. Just don't call the doctor, okay? Sit down and talk with me if you don't want me to use this arm."

Xante's eyes turned sharp as if she realized something. She looked at Sunny's bandaged arm again. The red color stain she thought was blood looked too bright for it to be real.

'D*mn it! I was in such a hurry that he almost tricked me entirely!' she thought.

"Are you sure you're really hurt?" she asked Sunny.

Sunny's face immediately flashed with guilt. "Xante, what are you talking about? I'm bleeding! How can you think I'm lying? I'm really, really hurt. Please just sit down and talk with me."