Rebirth to Be with My Disabled Husband

Chapter 21 Does the Wound Still Hurt?

She plaintively cried out to Finley, “It hurts. Finley, please blow boo–boo.”

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“Finley, it hurts.” In her dreams, Samantha softly called out to Finley repeatedly.

Watching as Samantha cried while calling out his name repeatedly, Finley felt his heart being in wrenching pain for some reason. He clearly didn’t know her before, yet he was heartbroken. Why?

He struggled to suppress the odd sensation within him and continued to gently apply medicine to Samantha, being extra careful this time to avoid causing her any more pain.

After tending to Samantha’s arm wound, Finley went to the bathroom, filled a basin with hot water, and applied a warm compress to Samantha. Then, he tenderly cleaned her wound.

Samantha had a dream where she envisioned scenes from her past life with Finley. At that time, she was still an idiot with the intelligence of an eight–year–old. There was an instance when she didn’t listen to Finley, ran down the mountain alone, and ended up injuring her fool

As darkness fell, Finley found her and saw her feet covered in injuries. She expected him to be angry, but he cradled her in his arms, treating her like a precious gem, reassuring her that he had come and she didn’t need to fear anymore.

Back then, she didn’t understand the tender emotion in Finley’s eyes. All she knew was that Finley’s embrace was warm. When they returned home, Finley prepared her favorite food, then squatted beside her, using a towel to soothe her feet. He asked if it hurt.

She remembered saying, “It won’t hurt if Finley blows on it.”

Then, he gently blew on her wound, even going as far as kissing the back of her foot without any aversion to the dirt.

Memories from her past life overlapped with her dream.

When Samantha woke up again, it was already the next morning. She thought her feet would be sore after walking for so long the evening before, but she felt no discomfort. Not only that, but her injured arm had been properly bandaged.

It’s Finley!

He always liked to say one thing but act the other way. He was clearly concerned and had noticed her injury, yet he remained tight–lipped and only dressed her wounds after she fell asleep.

Samantha lowered her gaze and smiled happily as she gazed at the bandages on her arm.

Just then, a knock came at the door, and Daphne entered. Seeing Samantha awake, she said, “You’re awake, Mrs. Dean. How do you feel now? Does the wound still hurt?”

“Did you also know about my injury?”

Daphne laughed, “Of course, Mrs. Dean. I called the doctor over to dress your wound. How could I not know?”

Daphne’s words froze the smile on Samantha’s face, and she dropped her eyelids. “I thought Finley had dressed my wounds. It wasn’t him, huh?”

Dreams were indeed just dreams–how could they come true?

Daphne looked at Samantha’s disappointment and wanted to tell her that it was indeed Finley who had bandaged her. However, the words stuck in Daphne’s throat because he had. ordered her not to tell Samantha.

Why? Simple. He knew his days were numbered, so he didn’t want to give her much hope and affect her whole life. Moreover, the only reason Finley let Samantha stay was to fulfill John’s wish.

He always put others before himself, considering them, but…