The Good Girl's Revenge novel Chapter 136

Meredith immediately shook her head. In fact, the place where she had just been scalded was a little red, but the soup spilled on her chest. How could she tell Derek that it hurt in such an awkward position? It was too embarrassing!

Derek narrowed his eyes. "Let me see."

Meredith was startled. "No, it's really okay!"

"Enjoy your meal. I... I'll go first. I'll just go back and deal with it myself."

Meredith was so scared that she wanted to leave. This was a hospital, a public building!

Derek's face turned darker. It needed to be dealt with, so it was burning badly, right? Was this woman still so stubborn at this time, or was she unwilling to believe in himself?

Meredith got up and was about to leave. The man raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her disheveled appearance. He felt extremely uncomfortable, so ignoring Meredith's refusal, he directly grabbed Meredith's arm and gently pulled her down on the bed.

"Derek, what are you doing? Let me go."

The sudden dizzy gave Meredith an ominous feeling.

But the man did not answer. His body exuded a cold aura. The originally tall body shrouded her, leaving Meredith nowhere to escape. Her originally petite body in this intimate position showed a bit of stirring ambiguity.

"You..." Meredith blushed and even felt the blood rush to her brain, making her body a little hot and dry.

But though she wanted to run, there was no chance.

Derek had to do something. He was so overbearing that she couldn't fight back.

Meredith could only relax temporarily. Since it was useless to resist, it was better to see what he was going to do.

Derek's fingers rested on the wet clothes, and the cold touch of his tentacles made his eyes colder.

This woman was planning to leave with water all over her body?

Although the weather had warmed up, it was likely that she would catch a cold after such a torment.

His slender and beautiful fingers gradually stopped on the buttons on Meredith's chest. She was wearing a shirt today. When it got wet, he could vaguely see the pure white conservative underwear inside.

"Get your hands off me!"

Meredith panicked and reached out to push the man above her away. Derek was so close that every time she breathed in the air, it was the man's unique scent.

She didn't want to be seduced by the smell, but her brain didn't listen to her. She was so dizzy that she seemed to have surrendered.

"Be good, let me see."

Derek clasped Meredith's hand directly, then deftly unbuttoned a few of the buttons on it with his big palm. Soon, a piece of burnt, slightly reddened skin was exposed in front of him.

Derek still had a sense of propriety. He just unbuttoned a few buttons on the top. It wasn't too much, but even so, it was enough to embarrass Meredith.

This man... How could he do such a thing without changing his face?

However, Derek had a lot of strength, and they were still in a "man up woman deneath" shameful position as men and women. Meredith had no room to struggle and could only let him do whatever he wanted.

"Does it hurt?" Derek frowned and gently touched with his finger. As expected, Meredith's delicate eyebrows were tightened and her breathing became less natural.