His topic switched so fast that Gale could not react.

Hand?

What was wrong with her hand?

When Gale lowered her head, Shawn had already stepped forward and grabbed her. "Have you applied the ointment given to you? Why hasn't the scab fallen off yet?"

"Ointment... I applied it every day."

However, it was secretly given to her by the housekeeper.

How did Shawn know?

Would he not blame the housekeeper?

"I bought the ointment myself. It has nothing to do with anyone!" Gale said quickly.

The more cautious she was, the more Shawn felt distressed.

Without saying a word, he held her hand firmly and walked out.

"Hey, you..."

Gale wanted to struggle, but he held her tighter.

The lights are bright in the living room.

Shawn found the medicine box and reapplied the medicine for her carefully.

Gale was not used to it, but he was very focused. The hair on his forehead fell down, adding a bit of tenderness.

The gentle Shawn, in fact, was more lethal than the irritable him!

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