Chapter 66 : Where are your hands going??
"No! Hurry up and put me down!"
Wanda, cradled in Finn's arms, snapped back to her senses. She pushed against him with her damp, soapy hands, struggling to break free, but he held on tightly, unyielding—like a stubborn force of nature.
In desperation, the witch changed her strategy. She lifted her beautiful, clear eyes to meet his. "Finn, can you just let me down? I already prepared the water for you."
"No, my hands are hurt. I can't wash myself alone."
Finn turned his gaze away from her piercing stare, shaking his head resolutely. His face carried an air of logic—albeit completely fabricated. "Witch, you wouldn't want my wounds to get infected, would you?"
"..."
Wanda found herself speechless, unsure how to counter his argument. Technically, she couldn't refute it—he had injured his hands because of his temper. If she refused to help and the wounds really did get infected... she would undoubtedly be the one to feel guilty.
"So don't resist anymore. The sooner we start, the sooner we finish."
Finn smirked, watching the witch's troubled expression. The mischievous curve of his lips deepened—like a wolf finally cornering its prey. As expected, his little scheme had worked perfectly. Leaving his wound unattended had given him the perfect excuse to make Wanda help him.
"Ugh."
Wanda finally realized what was happening when she saw the bathroom door. She had been tricked again!