“It’s true…” Juliana just opened her mouth when she saw Benson’s slightly red eyes, which meant his mania was about to attack again.

Juliana hurriedly said, “It was Jermaine who took the glass jug to hit me but I kicked him. The jug fell to the ground and the glass bounced up and hurt my leg. It was not serious and it didn’t hurt.”

After saying that, she raised her hand to cover Benson’s eyes, not letting him to look at it. She coaxed him in a soft voice: “Okay, don’t get angry. You’re scary.”

After all, once Benson’s mania attacked, he would kill anyone he saw.

She didn’t want to be grabbed by the neck again.

Benson’s eyes were covered and he couldn’t see anything, so he became more sensitive to the slightest smell of blood.

However, the faint medicinal scent of her delicate hands winding around his nose and her soft voice soothed his violence.

Benson knew he was terrifying when his disease attacked, too. He calmed himself down, “Okay.”

At this moment, Philip found a parking spot, pulled over, and then took out the medical kit from the trunk, “Young lady, please bandage your leg up.”

There were Benson’s medication in the medical kit that was always in the car, and there were also ethanol for disinfection and hemostatic.

When Benson went crazy, he would not only hurt others, but also hurt himself in many cases, so these drugs were often used and were refilled once a week.

Benson said gently, “I’ll dress your wound.”

Juliana looked at the medical kit helplessly, “There’s no need to bandage this little injury, really.”

This little injury was no different than a mosquito bite to her.

But Benson was persistent. He insisted on dressing her wound.

Philip opened the car door with the medicine box in his hand and stood by the side. He smiled as he said, “Young master cares for you. He doesn’t even care about his own injuries.”

Philip parked next to the green belt and left just the right spot for Benson to squat down.

Juliana looked at Benson and said, “Benson, it’s a tiny injury, really…”

Benson did not speak. He simply knelt on one knee, then forcefully grabbed Juliana’s leg and placed it on his knee.

Juliana wanted to withdraw her foot, but Benson held it down firmly and spoke coldly, “If you move again, I’ll break your leg.”

Juliana: …

What a domineering and bossy man!

Juliana sat in the car and looked down at Benson who was kneeling on one knee in front of her.

He was seriously and carefully dressing her wound, fearing that he would hurt her if he used a little more strength as if she was as fragile as a porcelain doll that would break if touched.

The scene of him getting down on one knee touched Juliana and reminded her of the time when Stewart proposed.

It was a nationwide broadcast of the proposal, in which Stewart got down on one knee in front of her with flowers in one hand and a diamond ring in the other and asked her to marry him.

She wasn’t excited, or surprised, or shy, but only shocked and annoyed at being forced to accept the proposal in public.

Now, she was looking at Benson with shyness and a different emotion.

Perhaps it had something to do with the different moods of the two men, too.

Stewart had proposed to her as a mission at that time, with an ulterior motive for the property of the Sanchez family.

But Benson was simply worrying about her being hurt.

Thinking of the blood feud that had not yet been avenged, Juliana waved away the strange emotions.

Benson cleaned up her wound and wrapped it with gauze, then looked up at Juliana, “Don’t deal it alone if something happens. Your Mr.. Leach is not only nominally.”