Chapter 121: The Persistent Theodore
(Olivia's POV)
Matthew placed my leg on his own and carefully removed my shoes. My foot was pale and swollen from the seawater, the wounds from the silver breaking open again.
I tried to nervously pull my leg back, but Matthew firmly gripped my ankle. His grip was strong yet not painful.
He took out an emergency kit, ready to treat my wounds. "I can do it myself," I protested, embarrassed at the thought of the Alpha King tending to my feet.
"You can't see," Matthew stated calmly.
Resigned, I let him proceed. The cold moonlight herb antiseptic brought a sharp, fleeting pain, and I let out a small sound.
His movements slowed as he gently wrapped my foot. Then he suddenly spoke, "Mother is getting old, and Grandfather passed away hoping I wou
