The Real Daughter Came Back to Chill and Kill novel Chapter 68

Scarlett finally realized the situation she was in and quickly pulled her hand back. Her face was flushed.

"Uh… I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to check the injury on your leg."

"Oh," Xavier responded lightly, but the corner of his lips curled up slightly as if amused by her obvious attempt to explain herself.

Scarlett hesitated. "Maybe you could let go of my hand, and I'll go grab some scissors to cut your pant leg open?"

"That's just troublesome," he muttered, voice curt and sharp. "Just take them off."

Scarlett was speechless. She stressed again, helplessly, "I really just want to see your thigh injury."

"Mm. Take them off."

Scarlett went silent. She was sure now that Xavier had misunderstood her intentions. She tugged at her wrist, but the man's expression immediately turned cold, and his grip tightened even more.

Scarlett looked around and then had an idea: "Alright, then. I'll proceed."

"Mm."

She lowered her head and picked up his pant leg with her teeth, attempting to tear it open. Xavier simply watched her quietly.

Scarlett gnawed at the fabric for a while, cursing in her mind. What kind of hospital gown is this? Who made it so durable?

Suddenly, she froze in place. Calmly, she reached into her bag and pulled out an acupuncture needle. She stabbed it three inches below his navel with a clean, precise motion.

The view was instantly cleared.

Xavier didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. He continued to quietly watch her, his gaze surprisingly gentle. Even the exhaustion in his eyes softened into a kind of tender indulgence—as if no matter what Scarlett did, he'd let her get away with it.