Chapter 1717 - 1707: Blowing on His Wound
Enna Clark looked at the wound on his hand, and for some reason, she was reminded of the bright red bloodstain left on the tiles after he left, and the furious words he shouted back then.
She pressed her lips together, putting away the facade of lightheartedness, and after a moment of silence said, "Wait for me a moment, I’ll get the medicine box."
Just as she took a step, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Baron Lawrence’s dark eyes were like a frozen expanse, his thin lips barely moving, "Aren’t you only concerned about other men? I don’t have heart disease; I don’t need your care!"
It sounded just like a middle school argument.
Enna Clark didn’t know whether to be angry or to laugh, she pried his hand open and said, "Alright, wait for me a moment. Whatever it is, we can talk when I get back."
She planned to treat his wound first, then they would talk calmly.
Otherwise, knowing Baron’s temperament, any conversation right now would ignite like dynamite. Only a fool would face him head-on at this moment, given his domineering nature, which would definitely drive her mad. Better to let him calm down first, and once his wounds were treated, they could discuss Lyle Westbrook’s matter.
Having made up her mind, Enna quickly found the medicine box the servant had brought out yesterday. Back in the living room, she pressed the still-standing man to sit down. She pulled over his left hand, and took out the disinfectant, saying, "This will corrode the scabbing; it will hurt a bit. But you didn’t use disinfectant alcohol yesterday; there are bacteria on the scabs, and we must remove them, disinfect the wound again to prevent infection."
Her hands were soft, and a warm temperature.
Even though Baron’s heart was brewing a storm, facing her fair, gentle profile, he couldn’t let it out.