Anabelle soon softened.
She applied the ointment with delicate strokes before helping Noah dress.
But Noah grasped her wrist firmly, his gaze intense, stealing Anabelle's breath away. "Are you pitying me?"
Anabelle remained silent. "Do you even need pity? Your injury isn't that severe."
With his shirt back on, Anabelle attempted to pull away, but Noah caught her waist, pulling her onto his lap.
Startled, Anabelle exclaimed, "What are you doing? We're not so far away from the Evan Mansion."
Noah's expression remained impassive. "Afraid that he will see us?"
"I don't want to be seen as the other woman."
Despite feeling a pang of sympathy for Noah, Anabelle couldn't shake her repulsion towards him. She struggled to get off his lap.
Noah's grip remained firm, leaving Anabelle to futil
