The cooling ointment was gently applied to her burn.
Broderick moved with such care, like he was terrified of hurting her. Every touch was soft, cautious-like he was holding something priceless.
Leslie froze, her gaze locked on him.
In their past life, after being sabotaged by Lydia-with crab roe in her food despite her allergy-she had nearly died from the reaction. Even after her hospital visit, she was still covered in red splotches. She scratched till her skin bled and got infected.
Back then, when Broderick was helping her put on ointment, he had the same expression on his face.
Maybe, just maybe, she had already fallen for him then.
Because honestly, Broderick-he was just that kind of guy.
No matter how wild or unhinged he acted toward others, toward her, he was
