CHAPTER 144 Responsible for the Rest of My Life

  I panicked, using all my strength to push him away and stop him from getting any closer.

  "Don't move, my leg," he muttered, frowning.

  His reaction startled me, and I froze, thinking I might have touched his injury.

  Seizing the moment, Salvatore pressed his whole body against mine. By the time I tried to resist, I was already in a passive position.

  "Salvatore, be serious," I said, glaring at him with annoyance, my voice low but sharp.

  He grinned lazily at me. "I'm being serious."

  Suddenly, he held up two fingers in front of my face.

  "How many is this?" he asked with a smirk.

  "What's wrong with you?" I snapped.

  He wasn't bothered by my insult. Instead, he chuckled and patted my head.

  "I just wanted to see if you got any brain damage from that bump to the head."

  I scoffed. "You should worry about your own leg instead."

  He flashed a cheeky grin. "I'm not worried. If I go lame, I'll just have you take responsibility for the rest of my life."