Chapter 627

Chapter 627:
Casting a glance her way, Milton quipped, “Only now you realize he isn’t easy to handle?”
Biting her lip, Candice refrained from arguing and instead opted to shift the conversation. “Let me help you apply the medicine.” Rising from her spot, she reached for the box of band-aids. The box she opened contained an anti-inflammatory cream and several band-aids. With a gentle squeeze, Candice dispensed a dab of white ointment onto her fingertip. Carefully, she applied the ointment onto his wound, ensuring a soothing touch. Her gentle caresses spread the ointment back and forth, accompanied by the soft puff of her breath on his skin.
Milton, his gaze downcast, took in the sight of her earnest countenance as she ministered to his wound. His discomfort seemed to lessen with each careful touch. Earlier, her declaration that her assistance was purely professional had left him feeling somewhat despondent.
In that moment, her slender fingers moved gently back and forth, carefully applying the medicine to his arm. For him, the simple act of her touching his skin felt like a subtle flirtation. Her breath, warm and ticklish, brushed against his wound, making it even harder for him to maintain his composure.
If she continued, it would no longer be just applying medicine—it would become a form of delightful torture.
Regret gnawed at him. He should have told her he had already applied the salve and bandage. That would have spared him this predicament. Yet, he longed to bask in the warmth of her affection. Now, it seemed as if he had willingly signed up for this torment.
His breathing grew heavier with every passing second.
Unaware of his inner turmoil, Candice finished spreading the cream and carefully placed two band-aids over the deeper part of the wound. When she was done, she sighed in relief. That’s when she noticed his shirt, half undone, exposing a tempting chest and an arm draped over her. His dark eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable, and the air between them thick with tension.
Reality hit her like a crashing wave. She had asked him to undress and had been running her hands over his arm.
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Oh God! What was she thinking?
Startled, she lifted her hand, trying to pull away.
But Milton was faster. He caught her hands, preventing her escape, and pulled her close until she was pressed against his chest.
Milton and Candice were so close that the faintest breath of each other brushed against their skin.
Caught in the moment, Candice held her breath. Her hands, firmly grasped, remained still.
Under Milton’s penetrating gaze, she nervously asked, “What do you intend to do?”
At her question, Milton’s lips curled into a suggestive smile as his eyes deliberately roamed down her figure. “What do you think I am capable of?” he replied.
A blush spread across Candice’s cheeks as thoughts of her menstrual cycle crossed her mind. He really couldn’t do anything to her. She was safe. Still, his flirtatious words unsettled her, leaving her unsure how to respond.
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