Chapter 189:
The shyness of women at different stages of life could give people different impressions.
When they were still little girls, their shyness could be amusing, and their giggles would often provoke playful opposition.
As teenagers, the blush on their faces could make boys' hearts skip a beat, swiftly transforming into a sweet trickle flowing into their hearts.
Once they reached adulthood, their shyness would become something else entirely, exuding a unique aura and sophistication.
Facing Lynch's gaze, Vera felt her cheeks flush. Before she could figure out how to defuse what she considered an awkward situation, Lynch's hand had already grasped her ankle, startling her slightly.
She even blurted out, "Even my husband has never held my ankle like this!" and immediately wished she hadn't said it.
She had intended to explain it but thought better of it; explanations would often only make things more complicated.
Lynch made no inappropriate moves. He simply observed Vera's ankle, gently pressing the swollen area where the local temperature was noticeably high and blood was rapidly pooling.
He had some ice brought over by a waiter, wrapped it in a napkin, and applied it to her ankle.