Chapter 1439

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Harold suddenly stepped forward, his long legs crossing the distance in a few strides. He scooped her up again and carried her into the bathroom.

The tub was already filled with water.

He gently set her inside, pulling back slightly, only to realize her arms were still wrapped around his neck.

Lowering his gaze, his eyes caught the elegant line of her collarbone. His throat tightened abruptly, and he offered a raspy reminder. “What, you twisted your ankle, so your hands don’t work either? Want me to wash you?”

“No.”

Lorelei snapped back to reality, yanking her hands away in a panic. A blush spread across her pale cheeks as she whispered, “Thank you. I can do it.”

“Towels and pajamas are on the chair. Call me when you’re done.”

Harold moved the chair a bit closer to her, made sure she was okay, and turned to leave.

The door clicked shut.

Standing in the living room, Harold turned his head to look at the closed door, a complex emotion coloring his eyes.

She had chased him all the way to Eclara City just for a divorce.

So impatient!

Inside the bathroom.

Lorelei took a quick wash. When she grabbed the clothes, she realized they were men’s wear.

The shirt and pants were baggy and huge, but they were freshly laundered, carrying the faint, clean scent that belonged entirely to him.

She frowned slightly, enduring the pain as she dressed. She tucked the shirt into the pants and used a hair tie to knot the waistband so they wouldn’t fall down.

Once dressed, she gathered her courage and called out toward the door. “I’m done.” Silence.

Lorelei bit her lip, cleared her throat, and spoke up again. “I finished washing.”

“?”

Still no response.

Did Harold not want to see her? Had he just ditched her and left?

“Harold “

She raised her voice. On her third attempt, the bathroom door finally opened.

Harold looked as if he had just stepped out of the shower himself. He was wearing a bathrobe, his short hair still dripping wet as he stared at her with a heavy expression.

“I’m done washing,” Lorelei mumbled, repeating herself.

“Yeah.”

Harold stepped forward, scooped her up, and carried her steadily to the sofa.

He retrieved the medical kit.

Sitting opposite her, he took hold of her injured leg and rested it gently on his knee.

“Ouch-“

Lorelei bit her lip but couldn’t hold back a whimper, her face scrunching up in pain.

“The bone isn’t dislocated. It’s just a sprain.”

Harold glanced at her, instinctively

lightening his touch as he murmured

an explanation. “But I need to

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medicin

ointment.”

“It’s going to hurt a little. Try to bear it.”

“Okay.”

Lorelei nodded, letting him rub her ankle, tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to endure it.

It hurt too much.

She cried pitifully, and Harold’s expression was just as grim.

But the injury had to be treated, so he pushed through and finished tending to it in one go.

Half an hour later.

Lorelei’s left foot was wrapped with an anti-inflammatory dressing, her face streaked with tears.

Harold brought out dinner, speaking in a low voice. “Eat, then take the painkillers.”

It was a bad sprain; without painkillers, she wouldn’t be able to stand it.

Didn’t he know her by now?

So delicate!

Lorelei looked down. It was chicken pasta, with no green onions.

“Thank you.”

Her throat felt dry as she murmured, “I’m sorry for being a burden.”

“What are you doing in Eclara City? Harold asked sitting, beside her with

ahairdryer to dry her hall t

“Hmm?”

Lorelei almost choked on her food She cleared her throat

uncomfortably and said, “You were too busy to discuss the divorce, right? So I came in person

“Hmph.”

Harold’s hand froze holding the hairdryer, a cold sneer escaping his lips.

“Is that so? How thoughtful!”

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