Seeing the anger on his face, Celia did not dare to say anything more.
But the next second, when her feet were wrapped by the man's warm palm, she could no longer bear it.
She wanted to break away from him, but the man holding her feet was kind of strong, but it didn't hurt at all.
"If you don't want to go to the hospital, you'd better not move."
"……"
Seeing her become quiet, there was finally a trace of smiling mood between the man's handsome eyebrows.
He knew it worked on her.
Celia's foot was very small and had a small size that could just be placed on his palm. There were a few scratches on the back of her foot.
Carlos took the cotton bud and dipped it into the alcohol to carefully disinfect the wound.
"Hurt?"
Seeing that she frowned, he slowed down and was even more gentle.
How could she not hurt? However, Celia bit her lips.
"Not at all."
As soon as she finished speaking, he gripped her feet with a little more force, and she snorted softly.
She gave him a plaintive look. He did it on purpose!
"Does it hurt?"
The man looked up and asked again.
She looked away, but still nodded. It really hurt!
"Do you ever lie to me again?"
He said, putting down the alcohol and putting on the band aid.
"You don't have to pretend to be strong in front of me. Your heart is broken. No one will laugh at you. You will be my wife. We are not that complicated. "
What he wanted was a real her, lively and vigorous, instead of everywhere carefully like her!
Sitting on the chair, Celia looked at the man in front of her in surprise.
He was still squatting on the ground, a little shorter than her, but the gentleness in his words filled her heart little by little.
"Do you remember what I said?" He asked again.
Celia knew that she'd better not tell a lie in front of this man, because even if she gave him a look, he would see through her.
She compromised and nodded.
"Good girl!"
His voice was soft. Seeing that her ankle wasn't swollen anymore, he was relieved.
"You stay here. I'll be back soon."
Then he stood up and went out.
After a while, Carlos came in with an ice bag and two towels in his hands.
He wrapped the ice bag with a towel and tested the temperature on his arm.
His handsome eyebrows frowned slightly. It was still cold. So he covered it again and squatted down to apply it on her.
Celia lower her eyes to look at the ice bag on her feet. Across a towel. The temperature was just right.
She looked at the man who had been ice her for a long time without moving.
"Thank you, thank you so much."
She bit her lips and hesitated for a while before spitting out the words.
However, Carlos responded with a chuckle.
"Thank you, but not just thank you."
She was confused and didn't know what he meant.
"Since you want to express your thanks, you have to let people feel your sincerity, like this."
All of a sudden, her hand was gripped by his.
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