Chapter 127 Dickson’s New Crush
The elevator finally came to a halt with a soft ding, and the doors slid open to reveal the lavish interior of Lilith’s penthouse. Liam stepped out slowly, Lilith still slumped gently over his back. Her breathing was steady but shallow, the blood from her shoulder still seeping lightly through her clothes. The quiet hum of the city at night was a distant murmur outside the tall glass windows.
Liam walked over to the spacious living room and gently lowered Lilith onto the soft black leather sofa. She groaned in pain, her brows tightening as her hand instinctively flew to her wounded shoulder.
"Where’s your medical kit?" Liam asked, his voice calm but firm.
Lilith weakly lifted her hand and pointed toward a sleek cabinet near the dining area. Liam moved quickly, opening it and retrieving a well-organized first aid box. He returned to her side, opening the kit and inspecting its contents with practiced eyes. Alcohol swabs, gauze pads, surgical tape, disinfectant, and a pair of gloves—all were accounted for.
Lilith turned her back to him with a heavy sigh. "Go ahead," she muttered, her voice low and slightly hoarse.
Before starting, Liam gently helped her remove the outer layer of her clothing. Her coat and tactical gear came off first, heavy and soaked with both sweat and blood. Underneath, she wore only a thin strap of underwear that left her back mostly exposed. The pale skin around her shoulder was red, raw, and smeared with dried blood. The bullet had gone clean through, but the wound still pulsed with pain and slow bleeding.
Liam paused for a moment, taken aback by the sudden vulnerability in front of him. Her back was delicate, graceful.
"Will you dress my wound or keep staring?" Lilith asked softly, a trace of dry sarcasm in her voice.
He cleared his throat quickly and snapped out of it. "Right. Sorry."
Sliding on the gloves, he gently reached for the thin strap of her underwear and moved it off her injured shoulder, letting it hang loosely around her arm. Then, he picked up a sterile alcohol swab and carefully began to clean the area around the bullet wound. Lilith winced slightly, sucking in air through her teeth as the alcohol stung her open skin.
"Sorry," Liam muttered.