Chapter 126: Chapter 126

Chapter 127 I Am Afraid

Walker Herbert was afraid of Dana Roosevelt every time she had such a book of truth.

Dana pursed her lips and glanced at Marico next to her.

"I was having dinner with Sasha Kit and I met a little paparazzi then suffered a little injury."

"Where are you now?"

"In."

Dana Roosevelt knew that she couldn't escape him, so she reported the address.

Walker Herbert listened. His voice was majestic. "Come back by yourself or I will pick you up. Choose one."

At Silver Beach, Dana Roosevelt finally bothered Marico to send her back again.

"Sorry for the trouble, Marico."

Marico shook his head and smiled helplessly.

"No trouble, Dana Roosevelt. Go up."

"Alright."

Dana Roosevelt bowed her head. She took a step and suddenly thought of something. "Marico."

Dana Roosevelt folded back.

Under the streetlamp, Marico in black casual clothes stood still and was looking at her. "What's wrong?"

Although, the meaning was already obvious.

But for some things, Dana Roosevelt still felt that it's better to say it by herself.

"In fact."

Dana Roosevelt looked embarrassed. "Actually, Walker Herbert and I are already together."

"What you said to me before. I." Dana gritted her teeth and continued. "I can't accept it."

Marico's long voice stood quietly under the streetlamp.

The Silver Beach was quiet at night. Marico looked at her with a gentle smile on his face.

"So, am I rejected?"

"I'm sorry, Marico." Dana Roosevelt frowned. "You are so good. There must be many girls who are more suitable for you. I don't deserve you."

Dana Roosevelt was telling the truth.

Marico smiled softly. "Would Walker Herbert be inferior to me?"

He smiled and didn't take a step back but took a step forward.

"Dana Roosevelt, you are actually better than you think."

"Compared to those wealthy daughters who can only play tricks. You are a bit more frank than them. When encountering power, you are not afraid or bow your head. That is the most important thing."

Marico said and was looking at the wound on her face but she didn't take it seriously tonight.

"You are strong and independent."

Marico's gentle but straight gaze enveloped Dana Roosevelt in this way.

Dana Roosevelt was bluntly praised for the first time. She lowered her head embarrassedly.

"Actually, I am not as good as you said."

Marico laughed. "I have eyes. I can see it."

He was very close to her while he was saying that but there was nothing arrogant.

"Anyway, since you have rejected me, I will not bother you this time."

"Sorry, Marico." Dana Roosevelt really felt sorry.

"Nothing to be sorry for."

Marico's face and voice were like a spring breeze.

"It's just this time, I won't let it go."

"I'll wait for you, Dana Roosevelt."

In the elevator, Dana Roosevelt went up elevator alone. Her thoughts were confused.

Marico's words were still floating in her ears. She walked to the door of the house tiredly.

When she was about to knock on the door, she saw that the door was already open.

Walker Herbert was dressed in a black suit and was standing in front of the French windows in the living room. Dana Roosevelt and Marico were talking underneath just now and he was looking down here.

Seeing the two of them standing downstairs for nearly ten minutes, Walker Herbert's face was gloomy and a little scary.

However, when he turned around and saw Dana Roosevelt appearing behind him. His face sank even more fiercely.

"What's wrong with you?"

Dana Roosevelt had messy clothes and loose hair.

In addition, there were bruises and bloodstains on the hands. There were also two scratches on the face.

Like a kid who was bullied and returned home, Walker Herbert's distressed feeling suddenly replaced his anger.

"It's not a big deal. When I came out, I met about 38 reporters. I was very unlucky. I lay down on the ground."

When Dana Roosevelt pretended to speak lightly, Walker Herbert had already squeezed out the last cigarette and came over.

"Are there any other injuries on your body?"

Dana Roosevelt straightened her back. "No more."

"Go take a shower first." Walker Herbert smelled an egg.

It's not stinky but it's a bit fishy. She was absolutely uncomfortable.

Walker Herbert was so gloomy that she couldn't be more gloomy.

"Okay, I'll take a bath first." Dana Roosevelt also felt it.

Could Walker Herbert show such a dark and hot temperament? They had known each other for more than a year.

She was a little scared instinctively and quickly went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After she took a bath, Dana Roosevelt walked out of the bathroom neatly and saw Walker Herbert made an angry call in the study.

"What's going on? Did you find it?"

"Who instigated?"

"The nearby monitor is called out."

Dana Roosevelt dried her hair and walked over.

Walker Herbert just hung up the phone. Dana Roosevelt in the bedroom smelled of sweet fragrance.

"It's just a bunch of irrelevant people." Dana Roosevelt explained when she heard him looking into it.

"No one should have ordered it. Maybe it's a wrong number."

"Tell me everything about today from start to finish."

Dana Roosevelt confessed everything.

When she said that she rushed out instead of Sasha Kit to entice reporters. Walker Herbert's handsome face was so black.

"Dana Roosevelt."

He threw those two words and Dana Roosevelt trembled with fright.

"What the hell was your thinking? Just because of someone you only met once and hurts you like this."

Dana Roosevelt felt that Walker Herbert's eyes looked at her as if he was saying. "Mom's mental retardation." Suddenly I felt very wronged and pouted.

"She helped me last time, I don't want to owe favors."

"It's a matter of one sentence for someone to help you. You need to hurt yourself like this and pay it back."

Dana Roosevelt's mouth became higher. "Then I don't want it. Who knew that the enemy had rushed out a bunch of junglers to catch me? I was also very wrong."

Walker Herbert heard her so sharp-toothed, he felt less pity and became angrier.

"Since you talk about loyalty like that, you can take it yourself."

"Now go to bed and work tomorrow morning."

After Walker Herbert said that, he went out.

Dana Roosevelt's beautiful little face suddenly became miserable.

With a pitiful blink, she could only say "good."

She only went to work the next day. She couldn't just stop going for this or that reason.

"Then teacher, I'll go to bed first."

Dana Roosevelt sat on the bed obediently. She pulled up the quilt and prepared to lie down.

Walker Herbert had just heard these words. His figure who was going to leave, turned to look at her directly.

"Did you say it deliberately?"

"What?"

She didn't know how she triggered the man's anger again.

"What did I do on purpose? What happened to you?"

Facing Dana Roosevelt's innocent and harmless expression, Walker Herbert walked straight back to the bed with long legs.

He crouched down and took out a medicine box.

"Stand up."

"What?"

"I will give you medicine."

"Aren't you angry, teacher?"

Dana Roosevelt looked cute and stared at him. "Do you feel bad for me?"

She smiled sweetly. "Or, when I called you teacher, did you feel relieved?"

Walker Herbert did not speak, ignored her and opened the medicine cabinet.

From this angle, Dana Roosevelt could see Walker Herbert earnestly dressing his long thick black eyelashes.

Dana Roosevelt suddenly felt that the legendary professor was no longer so scary and said dazedly.

"Teacher, do you have special hobbies? For example, you like me to call you teacher."

"I like to hear you yelling because of alcohol."

After that, Walker Herbert really came over with an alcohol ball with tweezers.

Dana Roosevelt subconsciously hid her small face., His flower-like face withered with joy just now.

She looked at him bitterly. "Is it really necessary to use alcohol? It's better to just apply the medicine."

"No, bear with it."

"I can't bear that."

Dana Roosevelt backed very carefully. She looked really scared like that.

Walker Herbert couldn't do it all at once.

He put the alcohol aside again.

Dana Roosevelt looked at his behavior and knew all of a sudden that he had compromised again.

Dana Roosevelt shook her head and looked at him warmly.

Walker Herbert dipped a cotton swab with a little potion and carefully applied it to her very lightly.

It stung at first. Dana Roosevelt was in pain.

But it was quickly replaced by the cool feeling and she felt better.

"What kind of medicine is this? It feels very powerful."

"Well, it was given by the abbot in the temple last year."

'Wow, the abbot.'

Dana Roosevelt suddenly adored this little bottle of medicine.

"It's so small." Dana Roosevelt stared at the small bottle. "Are the medicines in the temple so powerful now? Are they still making alchemy?"

Walker Herbert's action of giving her medicine stopped.

Dana Roosevelt looked at his eyes again.

Suddenly, she felt that his eyes were talking about Mom's mental retardation.

Dana Roosevelt was a little embarrassed and waved her hand. "I'm just kidding. Don't take it seriously."

Walker Herbert used cotton swabs to apply medicine to her very lightly while he was explaining.

"There are monks practicing martial arts in the temple and they are often injured. So there will be some very effective medicines."

"I see."

Dana Roosevelt nodded. It didn't take long for the medicine on her face to be applied.

He was starting to swab her knees.

The injury here was the most serious and the most painful. Dana Roosevelt screamed in pain and kept yelling for Walker Herbert to "light down" and "slow down."

The veins on Walker Herbert's forehead burst suddenly. Dana Roosevelt didn't notice anything unusual and wailed while clutching the sheets.

"Be gentle!"

"Wow, it hurts!"

The pain was real. Her knee was almost bloody but Walker Herbert was still upset by howling.

"Be quiet."

"Be gentle! It hurts."

Walker Herbert couldn't bear it anymore.

Dana Roosevelt felt two glaring eyes fixed on him, shut up, and looked up at him obediently.

"Teacher."

"Can you stop shouting?"

Dana Roosevelt pursed her lips.

The line of sight fell directly on.

Dana Roosevelt blushed and covered her eyes.

On the professor's tent... No, on the big tent.

Dana Roosevelt just began to realize how easily the things she shouted a moment ago aroused a man's fantasy.

"Sorry, teacher, I won't call anymore. I call you something else."

Walker Herbert squatted down again with a calm face.

Who knew This time when the cotton swab just touched a little bit, Dana Roosevelt cried and howled.

"I am afraid. I am afraid!"

Walker Herbert threw the scissors for cutting gauze on the ground.

"Dana Roosevelt."