To take care of Cedric, I had no choice but to follow him back to his villa.
"The disinfectant and cotton swabs are in the drawer," Cedric said as he sat down on the couch, pulling off his shirt.
"Got it," I replied, carrying the first-aid kit over. My hands started trembling as I looked at him.
I couldn't help but notice how well-built he was. If it weren't for those bleeding wounds, he'd look perfect.
He was injured while saving me! Oh God, what am I supposed to do?
Thankfully, his injuries weren't too serious. If they had been, I'd never forgive myself.
Cedric suddenly looked up, staring at me intently, as if afraid I'd disappear.
Of course, I wasn't going to leave. He saved my life—I couldn't just walk away and leave him like this.
With him watching me closely, I quickly disinf
