Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231

Chapter 231

Being chased wasn’t a big deal. It was simply the risk one took for a front-row seat to the drama.

After Ella left, Ophelia was completely at a loss for words. She didn’t feel like talking at all.

Alaric took off his shirt, giving Ophelia a totally innocent look. “Ophelia, can you put some ointment on me? It’s freezing like this.”

Ophelia closed her eyes, wishing she could just vanish. ‘You’re the one who took your shirt off, and now you’re complaining about being cold?’ she thought.

Taking a deep breath, Ophelia opened the ointment. ‘Alright, whatever. Might as well just treat the injury first. There’s no way I could explain this mess anyway,’ she thought.

As she rubbed the ointment onto his back, her gaze fell on the injury from yesterday. Her eyes narrowed, and her tone grew colder. “You seriously didn’t put any ointment on last night?”

If he couldn’t even be bothered to take care of himself, why should she even care?

Noticing her anger, Alaric, for once, looked genuinely serious. “There was a project meeting that dragged on till midnight, and then I had to work on a new plan all night. Didn’t get the chance.”

Ophelia frowned. “So you didn’t sleep at all last night.” Figures why he looked so wiped out.

She’d thought he was just tired from the pain, but it turned out he didn’t get any sleep at all.

No wonder the bruise looked even more swollen today, it was clearly worse than yesterday.

Once she finished applying the ointment, Ophelia started to gently knead his back, almost unconsciously reminding him, This is going to hurt a bit, so try to bear with it.”

If he’d kept up with the treatment, it wouldn’t have gotten this bad. Now that things were worse, it was bound to hurt even

more.

“It never hurts when you do it, Ophelia,” Alaric replied, sounding all soft and a little too pleased with himself, like he was enjoying every second of her attention.

Ophelia couldn’t help but glare at the back of his head, gritting her teeth. “I really shouldn’t be worrying about you.”

As soon as the words slipped out, Ophelia froze, wishing she could swallow her words.

‘Ophelia, listen to yourself. What are you even saying?’ she mentally berated herself.

Alaric chuckled happily, looking absolutely delighted. “So you do care about me, Ophelia. You’re so sweet.”

‘Getting a peek into what this girl is really thinking? That just made his day,’ he thought, feeling pretty pleased with himself.

“Don’t flatter yourself, nobody’s worried about you. I’m only doing this because you got hurt saving me, just doing what I’m supposed to,” Ophelia said, her face set and her tone icy.

But inside, Ophelia was all flustered. She couldn’t believe those words had just slipped out.

‘It’s gotta be because he got hurt trying to save me. That’s the only reason I’m so thrown off right now, she told herself. She kept rubbing the ointment on his back, but the more she did, the more it felt like the stuff was unusually hot today, almost scorching her palms.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly…

“All done,” Ophelia said, putting the ointment aside as she walked back to her desk and picked up the files he’d left for her.

Alaric saw how she was acting evasive, but didn’t tease her anymore. He got dressed and looked up at her. “This project has a ton of potential, and the competition’s tough, but with your skills, I know you’ve got it covered.”

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