Hearing her promise, Chase couldn’t suppress a smug twist of his lips. He pinched his nose with one hand, and dragged Sasha back to the production crew with the other hand.
The moment they saw him standing there with his face covered in blood, everyone’s eyes went wide. A few of the younger girls couldn’t help but let out gasps of shock.
“Oh my God, what happened? Did you hit him?”
“No way, with a boyfriend that hot? If you’re not into him, I’ll take him off your hands!”
“Someone grab the ice pack, quick! That handsome face can’t get ruined. That would be a tragedy. Seriously, guys, can’t you settle your squabbles without getting physical?”
Listening to everyone’s chatter made Sasha want to scream. She was the real victim here. She had to play nursemaid to this jerk for an entire month, and who knew what kind of torture he had in store for her?
Gritting her teeth, Sasha hissed under her breath, “Is this the method you were talking about?”
Chase let out a low chuckle, “Yeah, icing is the best way to stop the bleeding. It cools the blood down and slows the flow. Didn’t you know every hotel fridge has medical ice packs? Are you daft or something?”
Sasha clenched her fists in frustration. So, she was paying a month’s worth of servitude for this simple trick? She pinched Chase’s arm hard, teeth clenched, and muttered, “Chase, you just wait!”
Chase leaned in, his breath tickling her ear. “Wait for what? Your revenge? Planning to bite back?”
“Get lost!”
Just as she was about to kick him, the assistant scurried over. “Sasha, I’ve got the ice here, and I even found an ice-cold towel for you.”
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