Vedant's POV
I watch as Chiara’s eyes go wide at my demand. She stands, looking ready to bolt. She glances between me and the door before hugging her clothes more tightly to her body.
Her voice is steady, but I can see the fear in her eyes. “How could you ask that of me?”
I stiffen as I realize what she has assumed. I know I hadn’t been kind, but I would never even dream of forcing myself on her.
I roll my eyes, trying to seem dismissive, but it’s a struggle to keep the anger out of my voice. “I only asked so that I could help you apply the salve the doctor left.”
She stares at me for a second, like she’s trying to figure something out. I’m tempted to say something, but before I can her eyes narrow with anger. “I am perfectly capable of applying the salve myself, our great future A
