The tall Bryan stood by the bed. With a slight frown, he stared at Finley, who stayed vigilant, “What are you thinking?”
Finley shook her head and said, “No, it’s just a bit cold.”
Finley didn’t realize her mistake till Bryan stared at her as he did to a moron.
“Since so, wrap well.” If you were roasted, I might have something to eat.
Bryan turned off the air conditioner.
The temperature in the room instantly rose up.
Finley felt embarrassed. It was hot, and she didn’t know whether she should wriggle out of the quilt.
Bryan deliberately watched Finley suffer.
“Do you still feel cold? Should I ask the worker to bring you another quilt?” Bryan asked again.
Sweat broke out on Finley’s forehead.
Bryan was as petty and narrow-minded as before.
He enjoyed torturing me.
“It is hot. So hot.” Finley couldn’t stand it anymore. She lifted the quilt and immediately turned on the air conditioner.
Because of the heat, her face became as red as a honey peach.
Dingdong.
The doorbell rang.
Bryan got up and opened the door.
“Hello, Mr. Turner. Here is the ice you asked for.” The worker handed an ice bag to Bryan.
Bryan sat on the bed with the ice bag and pulled Finley’s injured leg over. His movements were not gentle. “Your leg is swollen like a trotter. What is the point of your coming here? Do you have no confidence in yourself or me? Do you think I’ll fall in love with Daphne?”
Bryan lowered his head, put Finley’s leg on his knee, and gently put the ice bag on it.
The ice bag worked for the swelling in the first 24 hours.
Finley had got injured less than 24 hours ago.
She didn’t expect Bryan to be so thoughtful.
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