Chapter 92

The guys didn't react quickly enough. I saw Wanda throw a wine glass at Lyla and reached out without thinking. Thus, the glass hit the back of my hand. Shards of glass fell, and blood started dripping from my hand onto the floor. The pain made me drop to the ground. Lyla came over quickly and yelled, "Eve!" Upon hearing the noise, Ethan and Antoine ran back from the deck. When Ethan saw my bloody hand, his face grew grim. He knelt beside me, grabbed a clean towel, and pressed it against my hand. "Where does it hurt?" I was really scared of pain, but I usually handled it well. Even when I was very sick with a high fever last time, I didn't cry. But now, tears quickly filled my eyes when I saw how worried Ethan looked. "I don't know. It hurts." When I said it hurt, Ethan looked even more anxious. He told Antoine to find the ship's doctor before picking me up and carrying me to my room. "It's going to be okay. The doctor will be here soon, and it won't hurt for much longer." I