After serving the dinner, Garaine sat on the chair opposite to Weylin, watching him eat. As he took the first bite, his tensed facial muscles relaxed while the frown between his brows eased up. His facial expressions changed from cold to warm ones. Garaine smiled, watching her husband enjoy the dishes. Suddenly, her eyes fell on the poorly bandaged wound of his hand, making her brows twitch.

Did his wound reopen?! Garaine thought, noticing the big red spot on the white bandage. Why didn't he bandage the wound properly? Is he planning to let the wound get infected or what?

She glanced at the young master only to realize that he was lost in his thoughts. Lines of worries formed on his forehead while his jaws slowly munched on t