Chapter 311
Amy
Officed to fetch some medication, only to return and see Sandra emerging from the
office, her face twisted in agony and injustice.
She approached the door and overheard Curtis’ deep voice inside asking, “Does it hurt?”
How could it not? The water was scalding hot. Leanne’s skin was slowly forming large blisters.
“A bit,” Leanne replied.
Curtis felt a sharp pang in his heart, wishing he could take all her pain away.
As Amy pushed the door open, she caught him bending down, his lips gently kissing Leanne’s calf.
Amy gasped and instinctively stepped back, closing the door again.
Inside, Leanne’s voice, flustered and embarrassed, rang out, “What are you doing?”
She clumsily pulled her leg away, but Curtis firmly held her foot, soothing her with a calm voice, “Alright, I won’t touch it anymore. Stay still.”
Amy hovered outside the door, too apprehensive to enter.
Eventually, the door swung open from the inside, revealing Curtis’ tall and imposing figure. His innate nobility made him seem as unreachable as a snowy mountain peak. He addressed her with a dignified grace, “Did you get the medicine?”
Amy quickly handed over the items.
Deep down, she wanted to help. After all, she was a doctor and more professional than a layman, but she hesitated and stayed outside.
“If you need my help, just call me.”
The blisters were quite large, requiring a sterile syringe to drain the fluid, something Leanne feared Curtis might not manage.
“Let Amy do it. You’ve never done it before.”
“I’ll be extra careful.”
Curtis placed her foot on his knee, carefully inserted the syringe into the blister, and slowly drew out the fluid.
Fortunately, since the injury occurred, Leanne’s burn had been well-protected. The blisters had not burst, and a collapse formed a natural protective film, preventing later infection.
Under her verbal guidance, Curtis meticulously disinfected the wound and wrapped it with
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a sterile dressing.
It was his first time performing such a task, but his carefulness showed his deep care.
He gently pulled down Leanne’s trouser leg and even planned to carry her.
Leanne, anticipating this, blocked him, “I can walk on my own.”
She stood up briskly and changed out of her lab coat.
Curtis picked up her bag for her.
Her bag was well-stocked with hand sanitizer, disinfectant wipes, and band-aids. The zipper was open, and Curtis noticed a tiny drawstring pouch with cat embroidery.
Just as his eyes fell on it, Leanne quickly snatched the bag away.
Curtis piqued his curiosity by her defensiveness, “What’s the treasure inside?”
“Just some junk,” Leanne zipped the bag tightly.
Jeremy and Suzan approached, concern evident on Suzan’s face.
“only just heard from Jeremy about Leanne nearly getting scalded. How is she? Is it
bad?”
“It’s quite a bad burn. I’ve just treated it,” Curtis looked at Jeremy, “Thanks for earlier.”
Despite the jealousy brewing inside him from seeing Jeremy holding Leanne so closely, Curtis couldn’t show it in front of her.
Plus, he had to keep his priorities straight. Leanne’s safety was more important than his jealousy.
“No trouble at all,” Jeremy responded courteously. “Glad she’s alright.”
Curtis put his arm around Leanne’s shoulder, “I’ll take her home now. I owe you a dinner.”
Jeremy accepted the offer smoothly, “Sure.”
The two men departed amicably, much to Suzan’s surprise.
After all, Curtis had been furious when Derek took Leanne to the club last time. Why didn’t Curtis mind today?
Once they reached the elevator lobby, Leanne shrugged off Curtis’ hand.
“I can get home on my own.” She ordered a ride on her phone in front of him.
Curtis followed her into the elevator, his tall figure a barrier between her and everyone else.
He looked down at her, half-joking, “Are you afraid my car has a monster that might eat you?”
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