Chapter 250 Dont I Care About My Self-esteem (1/2)

”Martin, I am back! Do you miss me? ” With a bag in her hands, Cassandra obediently walked towards Martin.

The man lazily leaned against the sofa, his injured hand wrapped in gauze, which was laid on the sofa at will. At the sight of the gauze, Cassandra's face turned cold and stared at the finger of Martin.

”What's going on? Why is it bleeding? Why didn't you tell me? And why don't you go to the hospital either? ” Cassandra threw the bag on the sofa and asked coldly.

”Just a small cut. It doesn't matter. Don't be nervous.” replied Martin.

With her brows knitted, Cassandra said: ”You are seriously hurt and you even said it is a small cut. If you don't tell me, I'll ask Carlos. Carlos, what the hell is going on? I just left for a few days. How could he get his hand hurt like this? ”

At this moment, Carlos felt that he had been misunderstood. Enough!

He had make up his mind how to explain it just now, with an inexplicable sense of guilt, he said, ”Well... ”Sister in law, the young master accidentally dropped a cup just now...” He was scratched when cleaning... I have dealt with it. It doesn't matter. ”

Glancing at him, Cassandra countered calmly, ”Do you think I am blind? Even if he broke the glass, wouldn't he clean it himself? Carlos, could you find another excuse? ”

Do you think I'm an idiot?

Carlos was troubled and didn't know how to explain. Siting on the sofa, Martin said slowly, ”I miss you.”

”What?”

How could he be so arrogant?!

'Master, are you shameless?'