Chapter 81: Good Job, Brat!
"Can you help me redo my bandages?" he added quickly.
Chantelle sat back in her soft chair, frowning. Her soulful eyes were full of resentment. She had just been thinking of a way to avoid him when his deep voice pulled her back.
There was something naturally captivating about his voice.
Now, with a hint of weakness, it was even harder to ignore him.
She wanted to act like she didn't hear him.
But with him towering at six foot two, there was no way to pretend he wasn't there.
"I'm just an amateur when it comes to medical skills, Mr. Wilson. If you're not feeling well, I suggest you go to Philip. There's nothing that man can't cure."
Chantelle closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, trying to shake off her irritation. She was even kind enough to point him in another direction.
Daniel's mood soured when his plan didn't work. "He's on a business trip!"
"Business trip? But he was still here yesterday," she said, doubtful.
"Yeah, he left this morning. There's an international medical seminar, and he was eager to attend. Otherwise, why would I be bothering you?"