If You Want Me

The hand he pulled out was bandaged. It happened to be hurt by Debbie. Their fingers were clasped so tightly that she felt a little guilty.

Debbie said slowly and almost choked with sobs, "I'm afraid that something bad will happen to you. I'm afraid that I can't find someone better than you in the future. I'm afraid too much."

"I'll be fine. Don't be afraid." Baron looked at her with concern, "Look at me. I'm fine, right?"

He spoke slowly and clearly, as if he was practicing reading.

The more she was comforted, the more uncomfortable she felt, as if something bitter was stuffed into honey, magnifying the bitter taste.

Debbie was pissed off by his attitude. She raised her hand to hold back her anger, exhaled a mouthful of stale air and asked, "Are you fine?"

Was he willing to admit that he was not fine until he got the time to send him to the crematory?

Sometimes she really didn't know what to say about this stubborn man, as if nothing could erase the anger in her heart. And no matter what he had been said at the beginning, he had a good temper and was modest to ask for advice, but he continued to make trouble.

Debbie was so angry that she wanted to slap him, but she couldn't.

"I can still talk to you nicely now, and maybe get out of bed later..."

Before he finished his words, Debbie put the bowl on the table with a bang. Her action was not very gentle, which made his eyelids twitched.

"Look at you! Do you want to get out of bed later? You have to stay in bed for one hundred days even if you want to go to the bathroom. " Suddenly, something bad occurred to her. She squinted her eyes and smiled. "I have to learn how to insert a catheter later."

Baron's face turned livid, "Stop it. Don't talk nonsense."

"Ha ha, you will know who is talking nonsense later."

The man didn't finish the rest half bowl of porridge because of her words. He frowned and looked preoccupied, which made Debbie sniggering.

She finally saw him being humiliated, which made

e director lying on the bed sit up in a hurry, he stood up and put a person into the quilt. He said in a rough voice, "Who is it? Do you have any manners? You don't know that you need to knock on the door before you come in?"

Debbie sneered and glanced at the hill like quilt. "You are really in a good mood. I'm Debbie. I'm coming here to ask you why you deleted my part."

At the sight of the person, the director felt as if he had seen a mosquito sucking blood, and his eyes were filled with disgust. "Your role is not suitable for the atmosphere of this play, and that's it. Besides, do you really think your acting skill can make you play this role?"

Debbie sneered, "Isn't it obvious to all?"

She had been selected to be a part of the entertainment industry. She didn't come here on the back of a powerful man that couldn't be seen, so her acting skills were obvious to all?

The director lit a cigarette and swallowed the smoke, "But what you show to us now is not what you did in the beginning. It doesn't matter if you are not qualified or not. The script has been given out, and the scriptwriter also said that it is okay now. You still have two scenes to play. Don't think too much. Just play it well."

His greedy and disgusting eyes were not covered by the smoke. Debbie sneered, "This crew is really disgusting."