You're The Best Medicine For Me novel Chapter 91

Cold water splashed on the back of Shirley Thomas’ hand, dousing the hot sensation instantly.

Looking at the hand, which was being held onto by Bryan Moore, she shook it lightly and said, “I’m fine, it’s just a little burn wound, you should go back soon.”

“Don’t move,” yelled Bryan suddenly, with his face darkened.

He lifted his other hand, placed it on Shirley’s shoulder, and pulled her towards himself.

She stumbled two steps left, and lifted her head just in time to see that she was in his arms. With her back towards his chest, both of them looked like a close couple.

With this, Shirley’s heart got even more flustered.

She instinctively took one step back, her heels instantly stepping on a foreign object, lifting it up a few centimeters. She sneakily peeked downwards, realizing that she had stepped on Bryan’s leather shoes. Panicked, she stepped one step forward again.

He, of course saw all of these tiny movements.

Bryan, however, was starting to get ticked off.

She was already absent-minded at the dining table, even after she got burnt on her hand, she was still being absent-minded…

What was Paisley Thomas thinking?

“Paisley Thomas, what were you thinking just now?” asked Bryan. While both of them were close to each other, he was still keeping hold of her hand, and not any more closer than before.

Shirley’s face was getting red thanks to his question.

She lowered her head, avoiding contact with the sharp eyes reflecting off the mirror, and said, “I’m thinking about the auction.I’m wondering which perfume should I present, my hand is fine, really.”

She lifted her burnt hand and looked at it.

A sizable, red burn mark covered her white hand.

That did not look like a little burn wound.

Bryan, upon seeing this red mark, got even more angrier.

With a deeper tone, he said, “I’ll bring you to the hospital.”

“There’s no need for that.” Shirley declined, as she turned back immediately.

As both of them were very close to each other, by turning her head, she was wholly in his arms.

She leaned back instantly.

Bryan then held her waist and moved backwards, as she leaned towards the opposite direction.

Recalling her clumsy actions tonight, irritated and worried, he said, “Be careful, you’re not a three-year-old, are you? Do you want me to coax you into going to the hospital?”

“What are you saying…?” being talked down to as if she was a three-year-old, Shirley felt embarrassed and angry.

She placed her hands on his chest and tried to push him away.

He forcefully kept her in his arms, held her burnt hand and said, “Your hand is still hurt, stop flaunting it around, or would you like it to hurt even more? Keep it in the water longer.”

As he finished saying that, he spun her around to face the mirror and pressed her hand into the water.

His other hand was on her waist. This, however, caused Shirley to be unable to fully concentrate on soaking her hand. As Bryan got closer to her, the lightly scented mint-tobacco fragrance of his body smothered her nostrils, disrupting her mind.

She forcefully freed her hand and pushed away the hand on her waist, while moving to the space on her left.