Chapter 433
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“It’s still a bit swollen. Are you sure you applied the ointment?” Collin frowned, suspicion flickering in his eyes.
Linsey gave a soft smile. “Of course, a maid helped me with it.”
Collin paused for a moment, then said, “Your burn looks pretty bad. You need something that’ll do more than just ease the pain. It needs to reduce the swelling too. The ointment you have at home is probably meant for minor burns.”
“It’s not that bad,” Linsey mumbled, brushing it off.
Collin didn’t seem to care about her protests. He called to the assistant standing by the door. “Go to the pharmacy and get burn ointment from the doctor. Tell them it’s red, swollen, and stinging.” The assistant nodded. “I’m on it, Mr. Riley.”
Linsey blinked, slightly surprised. “How did you know it stings?”
Collin raised an eyebrow and gently brushed her brow with his thumb. “Your brow only furrows when you’re in pain.”
Linsey stared at him, astonished. “How is that even possible?”
“Don’t believe me?” Collin teased. “Whether you believe it or not, I know you better than you think.”
Soon, the assistant returned with the burn ointment.
“The soup should be cool enough now. Go ahead and drink it. I’ll take care of the ointment,” Linsey said.
Collin didn’t give her a chance to argue. He took the ointment from the assistant. “I’ll apply it for you.”
“Your arm is still injured. Let me do it,” Linsey insisted.
Collin unscrewed the ointment cap with ease, using only one hand. “Who was it that said caring for someone means doing things for them? Are you going to deny how I feel about you, my love?”
𝐿𝑎t𝑒st ch𝑎pt𝑒rs in g𝓪lnoνels.𝓬𝓞𝓶
Linsey was left without words for a moment.
With his uninjured hand, Collin gently applied the ointment to her burn, his touch careful and deliberate. Every so often, he blew lightly on the burn, as if to ease her discomfort. “This should make it hurt less,” he said.
Linsey watched him, moved by how seriously he was treating her injury. A warmth blossomed in her chest.
By the time Collin finished applying the ointment to Linsey’s burn, the chicken soup on the table had cooled slightly.
“Alright, time to drink the soup. If it gets any cooler, it won’t taste as good. This chicken soup is best when it’s hot and fresh,” she said. Linsey placed the ointment aside, then used her uninjured hand to pick up the bowl of soup and offer it to Collin.
“Here you go, drink up,” she continued.
Collin raised an eyebrow as he took the bowl with one hand. He froze for a moment, not moving.
Linsey suddenly realized and let out a soft laugh. “Oh, right. I didn’t think about it. You can only use one hand because of your injury.” She paused for a moment, her voice softening. “It’s kind of funny, don’t you think? My hand’s burned, so in a way, we’re both hurt.”
Collin gazed at her, his eyes filled with warmth. “No wonder we’re a perfect match.”
Linsey blinked, surprised. She had said it casually, not expecting Collin to take it that way. Lately, it seemed like romance was all he thought about.
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