Our Seaside Trip (5) ：Story behind the bite

Carrying the dinner, I headed upstairs. As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I heard Neil and Harry talking. I couldn't summon up anger anymore, and I even began to wonder about these two. Were they having an affair? Right in front of me? I didn't continue walking, staying in place to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Neil, your wound. If you want, I can come in and help you dress it. Or if it's not convenient, you can come to my room, just for dressing the wound, I won't do anything else." It dawned on me that I had been too angry earlier and hadn't even thought to check on his injury.

"No need, Harry, I'm fine."

"Are you crying?"

"No, I'm not crying." I could imagine Neil vigorously wiping his face.

"Neil, I'm sorry, I didn't expect things to turn out like that."

"It's not your fault, it's mine."

"How can it be your fault? Neil, you have no fault in this, he does." He? Me?

"It's not Ryan's fault, it's mine. Ryan is good, he's good to me." I softened a bit. I had just scolded hi