A gasp escaped Linnea's lips, and she immediately rushed out of her room. She ran downstairs, opened the door, and went to help Luo, but she found Tom already there with her.
Tom was trying to lift her, but she resisted.
"Leave me alone; this happened because of you! You damn beast!" Luo cried.
"Do you intend to stay here? You can hate me all you want, but that doesn't change the fact that we are mates."
"I will reject you! I hate you!"
"I know, you don't have to spell it out." Tom lifted her and carried her in his arms. Luo tried to struggle out of his grip, but Tom resisted.
He carried her into the house, and Linnea silently followed from behind. He placed her on his bed, and Luo started crawling out of it.
"Can you snap out of it? You broke your legs; it'll take a week to two weeks for them to heal," he groaned. "After they heal, you can get up and run all you want. But what you did was very foolish."
"It was better than staying here with you."
