"You’re the one who said you’d help with my wound. You have to take responsibility for what you say. I was just reminding you to hurry up."
Clara Grant secretly pouted. ’Whatever. It’s my own fault for getting soft-hearted and offering in the first place.’
’In for a penny, in for a pound!’
She took the dical alcohol and cotton swabs out of the first-aid kit. Although the scraped areas had already scabbed over, she figured it was best to disinfect them to prevent inflammation.
Clara Grant gently took his right hand in her left. With her right hand, she dipped a cotton swab in alcohol and began dabbing it gently on the back of his hand.
Feeling Seth Quinn’s hand flinch slightly, she imdiately stopped. A little nervous, she looked up and asked, "Does it hurt?"
It didn’t actually hurt; a wound like this was nothing to him. But her touch was so gentle, and when her fingers, curled against his palm, shifted slightly, it sent a ticklish sensation across his skin.
Now, seeing her clear, bright eyes filled with a hint of nervousness, his heart began to feel a little ticklish, too.
On so strange impulse, he replied, "It hurts."
The mont the words left his mouth, even he felt he was being a bit lodramatic. ’A grown man, crying out in pain from a little disinfectant? Is she going to laugh at for being so unmanly?’
But Clara Grant showed no sign of laughing at him. She just nodded. "I’ll be more gentle, then. You try to bear with it."
With that, she lowered her head again, her movents becoming even more careful and gentle.
Seth Quinn’s gaze, fixed on the crown of her head, unconsciously filled with tenderness.
After disinfecting the wound, Clara Grant rummaged through the first-aid kit again, looking for an ointnt to reduce swelling and pain. It was from her mother’s personal stash; it had a lovely, fresh fragrance and was surprisingly effective. Applying it just once or twice would quickly reduce any swelling and pain.
In the past, whenever she got hurt, her mother would put that ointnt on for her, and she would heal in no ti.
But though she searched for a long ti, she couldn’t find the bottle.
’That’s strange. It’s always in this first-aid kit. Why can’t I find it today?’
Seeing her frowning as she rummaged through the kit, Seth Quinn asked, "What are you looking for?"
"An ointnt for swelling and pain. It works really well, but I can’t seem to find it."
Clara Grant replied, her hands never ceasing their search.
Seth Quinn reached into the kit, picked up a small bottle, and held it out to her. "Isn’t this it?"
"Not that one," Clara Grant said with a glance. "You can buy that one over the counter. It’s not as good as the one I was talking about."
"Don’t go to all that trouble. This one is fine."
Since she really couldn’t find the other one, Clara Grant took the bottle. "Alright."
Seth Quinn cooperatively held out his hand for Clara Grant to take. It was difficult to apply the ointnt with a cotton swab, so she simply dabbed so on her finger and began gently rubbing it onto the red, swollen areas in small circles.
She was so focused on her task that she was completely unaware of the intense gaze the man was directing down at her.
Once she had covered all the red and swollen spots, Clara Grant looked up. "All d—"
Before she could finish, her words were smothered by Seth Quinn’s lips.
"Mmmph... Seth Quinn, let... go of ..."
After the initial shock, Clara Grant began to struggle, her protests muffled. ’This man! Does getting injured do nothing to stop him from taking liberties with ?’
Of course, Seth Quinn had no intention of letting her go. Just monts before, watching her apply the dicine so earnestly, carefully, and gently, they had looked just like a loving, long-married couple—one partner tender and considerate, the other brimming with affection.
A ripple had gone through his heart, and the mont she looked up, he couldn’t stop himself from kissing her.
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