CHAPTER Forty Six He Wants To Reject Me

　　Elena's POV.

　　"Elena, give me your hands," he said, his voice firm but gentle.

　　But I didn't move. I was contemplating asking him if he knew we were mates or not. I was tired of this game, tired of trying to figure him out.

　　"Let him help you up," he said, and I stared at him, confused - what type of man was he? At this point, I was tired of this - did he really want me?

　　Let's assume that he really knew I was his mate, but standing in front of me, he was not experiencing any sign of happiness.

　　"Elena, give me your hands," he repeated, but I did not move - I was contemplating asking him if he knew we were mates or not.

　　I let out a sigh, I placed my hands on his and he helped me up, his hands wrapping around my waist to support me. But then I let out a wince as his hands mistakenly touched the wounded area.

　　"Sorry," he said, his warm breath blowing on my wounds and sending shivers down my spine.

　　"Are you okay?" he asked, our eyes meeting, but I looked away.