••• Arabella’s POV •••

“Are you hurt, Arra?”

Those words uttered from Max’s thin lips in a gentle voice froze me in my seat for a few moments.

He didn’t ask me about what happened, nor did he blame me for it.

However, the first thing he expressed was his concern for my well-being, whether I was hurt or not.

“Arra?” he asked as I stared at him in a daze, and I felt his large hands patting my body like he was searching for any wounds.

“Let’s get you to the hospital. We need to check for any wounds,” he said, wanting to pick me up in his arms,...