The Night Woman the Savior of Lord Amnesia

Chapter 33

Back to Anya and Anton...

"You...are you able to stand?", asked Anya in surprise.

A while Anton tried to digest Anya's question, then looked at her feet.

"Well, I can stand!", he said glad to realize that he had just been able to stand, even had time to walk.

Anton himself felt surprised and did not think he could really stand without holding on. But then while trying to step up again, Anton falls down.

Anton's face turned disappointed.

"It's okay, it's good that you can stand, it means sooner or later you can definitely stand and walk again, just a lot of practice and be patient in a moment..." anya said cheering.

They were both equally enthusiastic about the development experienced by Anton, until unknowingly the blood on Anya's finger continued to drip and wet the kitchen floor.

It was just a small wound, but it turned out to be quite deep.

Anton's reflex took off the shirt he was wearing and then wrapped it on Anya's finger so that his blood quickly stopped.

Anton who then lost his reflex balance held on to Anya. Within such a close distance Anya could smell the scent of soap on Anton's body and also see Anton's chest that turned out to be quite muscular And somehow something rippled in there.

Realizing the distance was too close, Anton immediately looked for another handle and removed Anya.

"I'm sorry.", he said.

Anton then walked a few steps while holding on to the wall, then paused for a moment to take a breath and improve his position, walked a little, stopped again. Like a baby learning to walk. Anton feels he is able to walk even though he is still stumbling, so Anton will try to keep trying not to forget and his ability continues to increase. Anton picked up the P3K box that was on the central room nightstand, then went back to Anya in the same way.

Anton then took off his shirt which had been hit by a lot of blood.

When opened the flowing blood was not so much. Anton then applied an antiseptic liquid and bandaged it with a bandage.

"If tomorrow the blood is still flowing we should see a doctor" Anton advised Anya.

Anya just nodded like a submissive child.

"I'm sorry to surprise and hurt you..."

"It's okay..."

"Come into the room and rest again, let me take care of it. Trust me, I can do it slowly. Think of it as an exercise to make my physique recover.."

Anya simply nodded, but was still around the kitchen to observe Anton working.

"I will accompany you until it is finished." Anya said later. Anya was worried that Anton was doing anything else.

"Alright, but you'd better just sit and watch..."

Anya could see how Anton was trying so hard. Actually Anya can still help, because the only thing injured is her finger. But Anya chose to sit on the sofa while looking at Anton from a distance. Enjoying the view of a man cleaning the kitchen feeling amused and misbehaved himself. Anya knew, her heart started to tremble. Anya realized something was strange. Her heart flowered like a child getting candy when it got a little attention from Anton.

Anya is a mature woman who has been accustomed to being touched and touched by men. His body felt already invulnerable, as if those men were just food that he would devour for a moment. There was no heart, no memory left of the men. Only a momentary lust that he wanted to forget immediately.

But somehow, with Anton it feels different. Although just a little touch could shake his heart. And Anya was beginning to be afraid to get caught even deeper.