Chloe's POV
As Mr Dave inspects my leg, I could see the anger in his eyes.
"Damn it! That bitch." He muttered to himself but I heard him clearly.
"Stay right here, I'll get you some ointment." He said, and stood up.
"No, Sir. I'm fine, you don't have to bother yourself." I protested, and would have gotten up had he not made me sit back down immediately.
"I insist, Chloe. And besides, it's my fault you got hurt. I'm just going to apply the ointment, nothing more." He replied before leaving his office.
I thought he would take a while to return but I was wrong, soon he returned and took a sit. Mr, Dave took my leg once more and placed it on his lap, then he gently applied some ointment on where the coffee spilled. Despite the fact that he was being so gentle while applying the ointment
