Candice stared at his hand. “…”
Wasn’t this a little too exaggerated?!
Charlie, as if reading her inner thoughts, helpfully reminded her, “Jackson always did this.”
His slightly lowered gaze carried a hint of grievance.
Candice faltered, “Then I… I can take you to the trauma clinic. Adonis can rub some herbal wine on it for you. His skills are excellent.”
Charlie: “…”
He sighed and extended his hand toward her. “Whoever I got hurt for, should be responsible.”
Candice gave a sheepish smile. “I didn’t say I wasn’t responsible. It’s just that… my technique might not be the best, so I thought maybe a professional would be better…” Under the weight of his intense gaze, her voice grew softer and softer. “But… if you don’t mind… I could boil an egg to rub on it for you.”
A flicker of amus
