The door opened, and since Caleb Lockwood was holding her hand, Serena Sutton dared not forcibly break away. Standing at the door, she pursed her lips and said, "Maybe I should go back to school."
Just thinking about spending the night with Caleb made her feel a bit nervous. Her mind began retreating.
Caleb's expression remained calm, with his brows slightly raised, "Are you not afraid?"
Serena nodded and further explained, "I have to sell milk tomorrow, it's more convenient to be at school."
Hearing this, Caleb glanced down at his right arm. His white shirt was still stained with blood, and his sleeve was rolled up. The arm was wrapped in bandages, not looking very pleasant.
His gaze deepened, and he spoke calmly with seriousness, "I'm going to change clothes soon, but I might not be able to lift my arm. Dressing tomorrow morning could also be problematic."
Although his tone was very flat, Serena could still sense the helplessness and pity in his serious demeanor.
