Claire stared at his hand. “...”
Wasn’t this a bit dramatic?
Julian, as if hearing her inner monologue, helpfully chimed in, “Lucas did that.”
His brows dipped slightly, a faint grievance coloring his tone.
Claire said, “Then how about I... I take you to the injury clinic? Master Han’s really good, his medicinal wine is legit.”
Julian just stared at her.
With a sigh, he presented his hand like some tragic hero. “It got hurt for someone, that someone should take care of it.”
Claire gave a sheepish laugh. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t, just... I’m not that skilled, thought a professional might—” Under his intense stare, her voice grew small, “But if you don’t mind, I can boil an egg and give you a massage…”
A smile tugged at the corners of Julian’s mouth. “Then your plac
