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The lights in the hallway were as soft as moonlight, shining on Scarlett Yates’ fair and smooth face.
Scarlett took a deep breath, stood up, and slowly walked again to the door of Matthew Saxon’s hospital room.
Four hours had passed, if she waited any longer, the dication would only be changed tomorrow.
Matthew Saxon’s wound was not deep, but the longer it was left untreated, the more likely it was to beco infected.
She knocked on the door first, prepared to be scolded, but after a mont, a low, raspy voice softly called out, "Co in."
She paused in surprise.
Upon entering, she found Matthew turned, looking out the window. His handso profile was outlined by a soft light, half of his face in the glow and the other in shadow. His deep features possessed an alluring charm in the evening light.
His pale complexion did not make him look haggard but added a certain sensual decadence.
Scarlett stared for a few seconds, murmuring to herself, no wonder the won of A City were all srized by him. This man was breathtaking, like poison wrapped in a sweet exterior, exuding a tempting fragrance on the surface, irresistibly alluring, and once indulged, could cost soone their life.
"Let take care of your wound, okay?"
The food Constanting’s brought was placed on the table; he hadn’t eaten a bite.
The wontons had long dissolved.
The marinated dishes lay untouched on the bedside cabinet.
He remained motionless, maintaining the posture he held when she entered, lost in gazing at the window, as if he hadn’t heard her speak.
Scarlett softly asked again, "Young Master Saxon, your wound must be treated quickly, or it will get infected."
If he remained silent, she would consider it consent.
Matthew said nothing, seemingly captivated by sothing outside the window, his gaze unwavering.
Scarlett took it as acquiescence.
She opened the dicine box, took out disinfectant, dicine, and bandages.
Matthew’s wounds were mostly on his arms and legs, varied in size and depth; without prior cleaning, they were surrounded by dried blood. She cleaned them repeatedly with iodine, revealing the wounds clearly.
It was evident he had a great physique and surely exercised regularly, with toned muscles gracing his arms and legs.
He wore a casual black shirt, with two or three buttons undone, adding to his laid-back deanor.
Scarlett, being a nurse, was used to treating patients’ wounds, yet for so reason, faced with Matthew, her face inexplicably grew warm, leaving her unsure where to start.
It was the first ti she had experienced such feelings.
At that mont, Matthew shifted his gaze from the window, turned towards her with a blank expression, and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Scarlett coughed lightly, hurriedly moving her gaze, sheepishly lowering her head, "Well, could you please remove your clothes first?"
Her face was as pale as snow, cheeks slightly flushed, like a few peach blossoms fallen in the snowy landscape.
The hint of shyness on her face carried a captivating tinge of blush.
Matthew’s eyes flickered slightly, suddenly feeling mischievous.
He tilted his head, smiling mischievously, "You know I’ve had a car accident, and I’m hurt, not very mobile; you should take care of that for ."
"?" Scarlett’s hand twitched, holding the cotton swab.
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