Leonardo walked hastily back to the dining table area with a plastic medicine box in his hand. He pulled a wooden chair to sit precisely in front of Veronica, then placed the box down with a gentle thud. Without asking for permission, Leo again grabbed Vero's left hand with extreme care, ensuring the tissue covering the wound earlier did not shift roughly.
"Hold on a little, this might feel a bit stinging," Leo whispered, his voice softening as he began to open the bottle of antiseptic liquid.
Vero only nodded in resignation, glancing at Leo's facial profile from a distance that was so close. That man appeared to furrow his brow so deeply, focusing completely on the tip of Vero's index finger which was still releasing a little blood. When the cotton soaked in antiseptic touched her wound
