“Damn it!”
Lucas Walker swore again as he watched Ivana Bennett curl her hand into a semi-fist once more.
Ever since he saw her that day, he had lost count of how many times he had cursed.
This was completely unlike the usual Lucas Walker.
The old butler saw Lucas Walker’s distress, smiled a little, and gently reminded, “Sir, you can hold her fingers, and when you clean them, be gentle.”
Taking a deep breath, Lucas Walker did as he was told.
At first, Ivana Bennett was uncooperative.
Later, Lucas Walker tried to adjust his strength, making his actions as gentle as possible.
Eventually, Ivana Bennett’s clenched fingers slowly unfurled.
Only then did Lucas Walker pick up the swab again and carefully helped her to clean it.
Initially, Lucas Walker’s movements were stiff and clumsy, but this didn’t last long.
Gradually, he found his way around it.
Although he was not proficient, it at least looked decent.
After helping Ivana Bennett to clean all the bloodstains on the wound, tweeze out the two small porcelain pieces, Lucas Walker padded her with a cotton swab, then wrapped it with gauze.
Layer by layer…
Standing behind Lucas Walker and watching Ivana Bennett’s hand being wrapped like a dumpling, the butler hurriedly reminded him again.
“Sir, that’s enough.
Over-packing may do harm to the wound.”
Hearing his reminder, Lucas Walker finally stopped.
Cutting the gauze with scissors and securing it with tape, Lucas Walker looked at his work, frowning slightly.
Doing this for the first time, it certainly wouldn’t look good.
The gauze was not wrapped smoothly, it was too thick, her pretty little hand was wrapped so unattractively by him.
The old butler curled up his lips, gently like an elder, “You have done well.”
Lucas Walker carefully put Ivana Bennett’s hand, which was like a little dumpling, on the quilt, “Get the chain.”
The old butler frowned slightly, “Sir, humans and animals are not the same, actually…”
“Get the chain.” Lucas Walker repeated, his tone noticeably angry.
“Yes, sir.” The butler had to comply.
…
…
Ivana Bennett had a dream.
In the dream, she was held by a man, a hot kiss was imprinted on her ear, and her whole body became hot and damp.
She could vaguely hear a voice in her ear, gentle yet domineering.
“You are mine, mine…
mine…”
There was a faint pain, accompanied by an unusual pleasure…
As if swaying between heaven and hell…
“Never try to escape!”
Along with the man’s domineering voice, a sharp pain came from her ear.
The pain was so real, so real that it didn’t seem like a dream.
Ivana Bennett suddenly opened her eyes.
She saw a man lifting his face from her neck.
The moonlight coming in from the window cast a strange color on his golden brown hair.
Her eyes gradually adapted to the dim light in the room, and she immediately recognized that familiar face, and those blue eyes.
However, at this moment, she was unfamiliar with the gaze in his eyes.
That gaze, it was a bit…
gentle.
“Lucas Walker?”
“Did I wake you?”
His voice, incredibly, was extraordinarily gentle.
Ivana Bennett was so angry she could have killed someone.
Turns out, everything just now wasn’t a dream.
He had just done such a thing to her then asked her such a question.
Had he been kicked in the head by a donkey?