Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230

Chapter 230

With that, he set a bottle of ointment for bruises right on her desk.

Ophelia’s lips twitched uncontrollably. ‘Wow, he really came prepared, she thought, a little exasperated.

She rubbed her temples and let out a long sigh. “Go sit over there.”

Clearly, he wasn’t going anywhere until she took care of him, so she figured she’d just get it over with.

“Sometimes I seriously wonder, don’t you guys at Caldwell Group ever have actual work to do?” Ophelia teased, unable to hold back. ‘Does he seriously have nothing better to do?’ she thought.

“I’m here on business,” Alaric said, sliding a file across her desk. “But first, give me a hand with this ointment. After that, we’ Il talk about the partnership.”

“You really came fully loaded, huh?” Ophelia said, rolling her eyes. “Aren’t you worried I’ll just ignore you and call off the whole partnership?”

“Not a chance,” Alaric replied, his grin full of mischief. “I got these injuries because of you, remember?”

‘I’m your problem now, and I’m not letting you off the hook, he thought to himself.

Ophelia rolled her eyes at him, feigning annoyance. “Go on, sit down and pull your shirt open.”

If it wasn’t for her, she wouldn’t even bother with him.

Alaric gave her a smug little eyebrow raise and sauntered over to the couch.

Ophelia followed, holding the ointment, keeping a couple steps behind.

Once he sat down, Ophelia just watched him calmly, waiting for him to pull his shirt open.

But Alaric didn’t budge, just sitting there with a smirk. “Come on, Ophelia, help me out?”

“Do it yourself. Just pull your shirt down and show your shoulder,” Ophelia glared at him, her tone sharp.

“But my back hurts so much I can’t even lift my arm,” Alaric kept milking it, whining pitifully.

Ophelia clenched her jaw, itching to just splash the ointment all over his face.

‘Give me a break, there’s only so much pity I can dish out. If he’s really that helpless, how’d he even get dressed?’ she thought.

Seeing her face darken with irritation, Alaric finally gave in. “Alright, alright, I’ll do it myself.”

With that, he took off his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt, just kept going until he had it off completely. Ophelia couldn’t help but stare, her mind racing. ‘Is he seriously stripping right here?’

Ophelia’s eyes went wide, and she instinctively reached out to stop him. “Just pull it down and show your shoulder! Why are you taking it all off?”

Her mind flashed back to yesterday’s steamy moment, and she felt her heart skip a beat.

That’s exactly why she told him to just pull his shirt down, his injury was just below his shoulder, so a little tug would’ve been plenty for her to put the medicine on.

“Trust me, this is way easier,” Alaric said, still stubbornly trying to strip right there.

“Seriously, that’s enough!” Ophelia clung to his shirt for dear life, refusing to let him undress any further.

“Ms. Draven, Mr. Caldwell, cof,” Ella nearly choked on her words, eyes bulging as she took in the scene. Was that her own gulp she just heard?

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