Chapter 39

I took a disgusted step forward but stumbled on something and ended up falling to the ground awkwardly. Samuel quickly broke free from the people trying to hold him back. He walked over, grabbed my arm, and hauled me to my feet. I frantically waved my hands. "Let go of me!" "Let go of what? Can't you tell it's my voice?" The veins at my temple throbbed. It was precisely because I recognized his voice that I told him to let go. The strong smell of blood clung to him. When I noticed his bloodstained hand gripping my arm, I suddenly gagged. Samuel's expression darkened. "What's that supposed to mean? Are you saying you feel like throwing up after hearing my voice?" "It's the smell of blood…" I couldn't stop myself from gagging again. Samuel's expression finally softened a little. He then staggered toward the restroom while dragging me along. He shoved me toward the sink. "Lean over and throw up here!" Then, he casually started washing his hands while standing on the other side.