"No... it's not bleeding. I don't need your help." I lowered my head and whispered.

However, he didn't let go of my hand. Instead, he held it more tightly.

The cut became more and more painful because of his strength. I frowned and looked up at him.

"What are you afraid of?" There was a hint of irony in his voice and coldness in his eyes.

Afraid?

No, I'm not afraid!

"I'm not afraid. It's just that it's not appropriate. If Myrna sees it, she will misunderstand."

With my current relationship with him, this kind of behavior is too intimate.

"Are you afraid that she will misunderstand you or you...