Classic Novel
Chapter 146
She watched his furrowed brows and worried eyes.
“Looks like a bit of gunk got in your eye, hold still,” Remington said as he gently blew under Lizetta’s lower eyelid twice, causing her to flinch.
“Some of it came out, don’t be scared, it’ll be fine soon.”
He was all patient and soothing, blowing gently again and wiping away a stray tear with his thumb, along with the speck of debris.
Lizetta closed her eyes, feeling much better. She raised her hand to rub them, but Remington caught her wrist.
“Your hands are dirty, don’t rub it.”
“It feels uncomfortable.” Lizetta’s eyelashes fluttered intensely.
Remington lifted his hand and covered her right eye with his large palm, gently rubbing it.
Everything went dark for Lizetta, but her nose was filled with the familiar scent of wood. Pathetically, she still felt at ease.
When Remington finally let go, she leaned back in her chair, feeling slightly drowsy.
“Don’t rush opening your eyes.”
Lizetta nodded, only to feel Remington’s large hand at her waist. Then, he seemed to be pulling down her jeans’ zipper!
“What are you doing!?” Lizetta’s hair stood on end as she reached for his hand.
The man paused, “Taking off your pants to treat the scrape on your leg.”
Embarrassed, Lizetta blushed, “No need, it’s just a small scratch, I’ll take care of it when I get home.”
Remington’s voice deepened with displeasure, “By the time you get home, the wound will be all inflamed!”
Lizetta thought about her meeting with Master Dories the day after tomorrow and worried about the knee inflammation affecting her performance. While she hesitated, Remington had already forcefully pulled her hands away from her zipper.
He looked up to see her face flushed with embarrassment and chuckled.
“Shy? What part of you haven’t I seen before?”
As he spoke, he unzipped her jeans and patted her thigh.
“Lift your butt up.”
Lizetta’s face turned beet red. Sure, he had seen her naked plenty of times, but this was the first time he was undressing her, attending to her like this.
It was just different. Especially since she couldn’t open her eyes, the embarrassment and the discomfort of being watched by him were exponentially increasing.
Remington treated the scrape carefully, ensuring it was cleaned and bandaged properly. Lizetta's discomfort gradually turned into a strange sense of comfort as he attended to her.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.