- Isn't it? Yeah, he looks like a stubborn, grumpy baby to me. - she took the bowl out of the tray. - Now give it to me before you knock it down.
With a growl, I put the spoon inside the bowl and pulled it hard. It wasn't very good to be on that bed anymore, I wouldn't let Annabel feed me as if I were incapable. Because of the pull I gave, the bowl slipped out of her hand and all the liquid fell on Annabel's dress. She shot me with her gaze and grunted standing up.
- Did you see what you did?
- Me? You're the one who pulled the bowl! If I'd done as I told you, the soup wouldn't have spilled.
Once again, her gaze shot me indignantly. She took a deep breath closing her fists in anger.
- Do you know how long it took me to cook that soup?
- You? Cooking? - I disdained it with a laugh. - I imagine the taste of this thing. I'm glad you spilled it.
A mixture of sadness and anger crossed Annabel's gaze. Then I regretted saying what I said. I've never been so rude or unattractive to a woman before. Not even the hookers I used to have fun with once in a while.
- You know, you're really wrong about me.
- What part?
- Although I was raised to be a lady, that doesn't mean I'm useless. - she said as I picked up the empty bowl and cleaned the dress.
- I didn't say it was useless! - I fired a cold shot. - I meant your education doesn't match the image you're trying to convey. For me, madam is nothing but a spoiled little girl.
Annabel snorted indignantly and hit her foot on the ground. Taking the bowl, the tray, but leaving the basket with fruits, she went to the door.
- At least eat the fruit. - she said without looking back. - I may be a spoiled girl, but it is not because the Lord is a despicable being that I must let him starve to death. I'll provide more soup.
That said, Annabel walked out closing the door behind you. I kept looking at it with a surprise expression. No matter what I said, Annabel always had the last word on her tongue. She always seemed ready to challenge someone or in case she was challenged.
- Abused girl! - I whispered, grabbing an apple and taking a bite. - Damn it!
A sharp pain went up through my chest on the side where the wound was, so I tried to fit into the bed. I grunted to let go of the apple and put my hands on the place in the hope that it would help to stop the pain, but it didn't help. I started to take a deep breath and then, carefully, I got up. As I was about to take the first step towards the door, I was devastated by dizziness and staggered. I tried to lean on the bed, but it only made the situation worse and I fell. In the process, I hit my head on the wood on the side of the bed. I felt something running down my forehead and I took my hand to my head. The blow caused him to open a cut that soon started to bleed. As if the arrow wasn't enough, now there was another wound on my body.
- Listen, I feel like pulling your hair out, but I'm not as cruel as my mother...
Annabel came into the room and stopped the instant she saw me fall with my forehead bleeding.
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God! You're bleeding. - she said in a stunned voice. - How did you fall out of bed?
She put me to bed again and I put my head back on the pillow.
- The wound hurts a lot! - he said, making a face. - I tried to get up to call someone, but I fell and in the process, I hit my head on the wood of the bed or on the floor. I'm not sure.
Annabel snorted by passing her hand on my forehead to assess the damage.
- I'll get a cloth to clean that up. - she said heading towards the door. - Hold still, please!
I nodded by agreeing. I decided it would be better to obey that time, and I closed my eyes. I don't know how long I was in that position with my eyes closed, but suddenly I smelled roses and thought I was in heaven. A cold cloth touched my forehead and immediately opened my eyes. Annabel was focused on cleaning up my wound. His hair was loose, without the scarf that covered them before. She was leaning over me and I could tell the perfume was coming from them.
- The cut wasn't deep. - she said without looking at me. - I'll put in a herbal preparation to stop the bleeding and not get infected.
She threw the cloth into the bowl and, taking a small glass containing a green cream, put two fingers inside bringing a generous portion. Annabel took it to my forehead and began to spread the mixture.
- How do you know that'll cure the cut? - I asked closing my eyes.
- My paternal grandmother was a healer and knew everything about herbs. Plant, harvest and prepare. All in the right measure, for everything that heals...
- It kills too!
Annabel sighed.
- Yeah. - She whispered. - What she couldn't teach us, she wrote down. Everything was taught about absolute secrecy. Aideen has more talent with herbs than I do.
- Why did
