With a look of solemnity, Kevin said seriously, "If I had insisted on bringing you home, none of this would have happened."
Ally didn't expect him to say that. She was touched deeply.
She shook her head and said, "It's not your fault."
"You are my wife. I should have protected you."
"..."
Ally was flushed again, not knowing what to say.
With a smile appearing on his face, Kevin stroked Ally's hair affectionately.
The car rounded a mountain road and finally stopped in front of a villa. Kevin's assistant Pat got out first and opened the door for them. When Ally was ready to get off, Kevin suddenly scooped her up in his arms and went straight to the villa.
Ally was surprised and tried to escape from her arms. However, she heard Kevin's firm voice. "Don't move."
She pouted, looked at him with a deep frown on his face, and held her tongue.
Fine. Could she interpret his kindness as a gentleman helping a woman with an injured knee?
Still, she felt warm as she leaned on Kevin's broad shoulder.
Kevin's villa was magnificent, several times bigger than Ally's house.
Kevin carried Ally up to the second floor. He kicked the door of the bedroom open and put her to bed.
The room was designed with simple black and white style, in line with Kevin's masculine taste. Not every piece of furniture was expensive, but the interior decor was well designed, showing the superb artistic taste of the owner.
After putting her to bed, Kevin took off Ally's shoes.
Ally's body was rigid, then she stopped him, "I can do it myself."
However, Kevin pushed her hand away, looked at her, and said, "I've never taken off shoes for a woman before. Could you do me the honor?"
Ally paused and blushed, hardly knowing what to do.
She was wearing a pair of white sneakers today. With his long, slender fingers, Kevin untied her shoelaces before taking off her shoes and her pink socks.
Only then did Ally notice that she had a sprained ankle with a bruise and it hurt.
However, she wondered how he knew before she did.
Before she could figure it out, Kevin frowned and said, "hold on, I'll be back in a minute."
Then he left the room.
He stopped at the door and said, "Take off your pants. We should do something about your wound on your knees."
Ally sat there in dumb silence.
Three minutes later, Kevin came back with a medical kit in his hand.
He found Ally still sitting there and did not do as he said.
He wrinkled his brow and squatted down in front of her, "Someone's not being a good girl."
Ally couldn't describe her feeling now. Was it appropriate for a man to ask a woman to take off her pants in bed?
Kevin narrowed his eyes slightly as if to detect her shyness.
"I've seen it all. Don't be shy."
She felt a warm blush rise to her cheeks and pushed him away, "You jerk!"
"Well." Ignoring her embarrassment, he held her hand and kissed her on the lips.
Ally was totally stunned.
Such a jerk!
"Oh come on, we have to do something about your wound before it gets worse. Let me see it."
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