Chapter: 652
Tyrone said, his face emotionless.
Sabrina’s cold stare was her only response.
Reluctantly, she placed a box of cotton swabs on the table, and sat beside Tyrone, raising
her dress to her knees.
Her flawless calves were marred with bruises, including a mark where a high-heeled shoe
seemed to have stepped, breaking the skin.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTyrone’s eyes softened, his fingers gently brushing Sabrina’s injured calf. “Does it hurt?”
Truth be told, it didn’t hurt unless pressed, but Tyrone’s touch tickled her, sending chills
down her spine.
“Hurry up!”
His face darkening, Tyrone applied the ointment with a touch too firm.
“Oh,” Sabrina gasped, surprised by the pain. “Tyrone, be gentle!”
“I’m sorry. You said hurry up, and I didn’t control my strength,”
Tyrone replied, squeezing out more ointment with deliberate slowness.
Sabrina glared at him, convinced he had done it on purpose.
The cool ointment soothed her skin, and as she looked up, she saw Tyrone’s serious face,
his concentration making him look as though he were handling something important.
From her perspective, his eyelashes seemed long and thick, his nose straight, his features
clear.
Suddenly, Tyrone looked up, catching her eye.
Quickly looking away, Sabrina feigned disinterest.
“We are done with the medicine on your legs. Is there any other injury except on your
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmback?” Tyrone asked, smiling.
“No.”
“Then Lie prone on the sofa.”
Lying down, Sabrina had a sudden realization and saw Tyrone reaching for her dress.
Jumping to her feet, she exclaimed, “I’m fine on my back. You don’t need to help me apply
medicine. You can leave now.”
“Don’t try to be brave. I promise I won’t take advantage of you.”
Sabrina hesitated.
Without further ado, Tyrone pushed her down, saying, “Don’t think too much. I’ve seen it
all before. Let me take care of your wound.”
She knew Tyrone was shameless.