Chapter 841 I'll Do It Myself
Seb had just about had it. He yanked Susan's hand away and took a step to leave.
But Susan, all panicked, spun around and blocked his way.
In the scuffle, Susan, maybe too worked up, twisted her ankle and lost her balance, reaching out to grab Seb's neck.
Seb, not exactly steady himself, also lost his footing.
He frowned, and the next thing they knew, both of them were tumbling towards the floor.
Realizing they were about to hit the ground, Susan braced herself. Even if they crashed, she'd be with him, so she shut her eyes. If she could die with him right now, she'd take it.
Seb, though, frowned hard. Seeing Susan's head about to smack the coffee table, his eyes went wide.
He quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and shielded her head as he braced for impact with the coffee table.
A muffled groan filled the room.
Susan felt herself land on something soft, no pain at all.
She opened her eyes and found herself lying on top of Seb.
Then she noticed a bit of blood on his forehead and freaked out.
"Are you hurt?" she asked, her voice shaky, not sure what to do.
That groan earlier? Yeah, that was his head hitting the coffee table. Seeing the blood trickling down, her hands started to tremble.
"Are you okay?" Seb asked, ignoring his own pain, his eyes full of concern for her.
Susan shook her head. "I'm fine, but your head is bleeding!"
Her fingers hovered near his forehead, too scared to touch the nasty wound.
Seb snapped back to reality.
He gently pushed her away and got up.
Susan looked around, desperate for something clean. She ended up tearing a piece of her white shirt and pressed it against his forehead.
"I'll take you to the hospital," she said urgently, grabbing his hand.
But Seb stopped her.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice full of worry.
Seb pressed his forehead. "I can't go out like this. Where's the bathroom? I need to clean up."
Susan, still anxious, almost growled, "Your forehead is still bleeding; you need a hospital!"
Seeing her so worked up, Seb softened his tone. "If I go out like this, it'll cause a scene. Both of us will be in trouble. We need to act like nothing happened. Got it?"
Susan got it. Given his status, walking out with a bleeding head would definitely raise eyebrows. With the driver and assistant outside, it would be chaos, and Ellie would definitely come after her.
So, she grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Susan gently wiped the blood from his forehead with a clean towel.
Even though the coffee table glass was tempered, those sharp corners were no joke. The cut on Seb's forehead was deep, and the bleeding just wouldn't quit.
In the end, Susan had to slap a band-aid on it to at least slow the bleeding down.
"You really need to go to the hospital," Susan said, worry etched on her face. "If there are glass shards in there, it could get nasty!"
Seb sat quietly on the toilet, watching Susan bustle around him like this was some kind of déjà vu.
"Did you hear me?" Susan asked, her voice tinged with anxiety when he didn't respond right away.
Seb finally spoke up, "We can't go to the hospital. Let's find a reliable clinic instead."
Susan sighed but agreed. Even though the cut was bad, a good clinic could handle it.
Seb glanced down at the bloodstains on his white shirt and frowned. "I need a clean shirt. Can't go out looking like this."
"Got it," Susan nodded and turned to find a shirt.
But just as she reached the bathroom door, she stopped and turned back. "Don't move, get it?"
"Okay," Seb nodded, feeling a bit helpless but cooperative.
Susan quickly found a white men's shirt and brought it back.
Seb reached for the shirt, ready to take off his bloodstained one.
But Susan stepped in, untying his tie and unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time.
Seb looked down at the flustered Susan, frowning, and suddenly grabbed her hand.
When he held her hand, Susan's heart skipped a beat.
Seb's deep voice broke the silence. "You don't need to worry; it's just a minor injury."
"The wound is on your head; you can't see it," Susan shot back, looking up and meeting his eyes.
His eyes were deep, and Susan saw something familiar in them.
"Your hands are shaking," Seb said, frowning.
Susan forced a smile. "No, they're not."
Seeing him bleed so much had her nerves on edge.
Seb smiled back. "But your voice is trembling."
At this point, Seb's shirt was open, revealing his toned chest.
Seeing his chest, Susan felt a bit lightheaded.
The bathroom air grew thick with tension.
Seb's throat moved, and he let go of Susan's hand.
Susan's face flushed hot. She lowered her head to hide her unease and said, "Let me help you change your shirt."
She quickly took off Seb's shirt and started putting the clean one on him.
Facing his bare arms, Susan felt even more flustered.
Seb's breathing grew rapped, but they both kept their feelings in check, hiding them.
Susan fumbled with the buttons, her anxiety making her clumsy. She couldn't get the last two buttons right, and sweat beaded on her forehead.
Seeing this, Seb's gaze softened, and he reached out, "Let me do it myself."
Susan was at a loss for words as Seb's hand accidentally brushed against hers.
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