"Master Damian, we arrived late."
More than twenty black cars surrounded the previous vehicles, and the Hidden Guards who got out respectfully addressed Damian Quinn.
Damian Quinn glanced at the shifty-eyed man, his enchanting and handso face appearing terrifyingly sinister, and spoke coldly.
"Take them all back, torture them to find out who sent them."
The forces daring to threaten his girl had no place left in this world.
"Yes, Master Damian." The Hidden Guards imdiately replied respectfully.
"Your wound needs imdiate dressing."
Serena endured the pain in her lower abdon, got out of the car, and prepared to dress his wound.
Seeing her pale, bloodless face, Damian Quinn’s heart ached unbearably. He was about to ask her to return to the car to rest, but facing her determined gaze, he knew she wouldn’t listen to him no matter what he said.
With a helpless sigh, Damian Quinn compromised for her, obediently extending his arm to let Serena dress his wound.
Fortunately, his wound wasn’t very deep, and Serena didn’t have a dical kit with her, so she tore a piece of cloth from her clothing and roughly dressed his wound to stop the bleeding.
"I’ve stopped the bleeding. Now let’s go to the hospital and treat your wound."
Seeing the seriousness on her face, Damian Quinn lowered his voice gently, coaxing her, "I’m fine, let’s go to the mall with you first."
Even after getting injured, he was still thinking about her...
A warm feeling uncontrollably welled up in Serena’s heart, "Don’t use yourself as a shield for next ti..."
Damian Quinn gently interrupted her, his captivating eyes looking deeply at her.
"Protecting my princess is my duty."
If it happened again, he would still unhesitatingly rush forward to shield her from all harm.
Such a large explosion naturally attracted considerable attention, and reporters and dia rushed to the scene.
Upon arrival, they saw the always cold and ruthless Damian Quinn, famous for being unapproachable to won, being incredibly gentle with a young girl!
Even though only the side of the girl’s face was visible, one could feel her beauty.
The reporters and dia no longer focused on the car accident scene and instead pointed their caras at Damian Quinn.
After all, news about Damian Quinn was far more sensational than other news!
Knowing the girl disliked exposure, Damian Quinn held her in his arms, his tall and strong figure shielding her, so they could only capture a back view.
He glanced at the Hidden Guards, who imdiately understood, and promptly dispersed the reporters and dia.
Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the mall. Damian Quinn, under the curious and teasing gazes of passersby and sales clerks, purchased a large bag of sanitary napkins, ladies’ intimate apparel, and also a new outfit before returning to the car and bringing the girl to the changing room.
"I didn’t know what brand you use, so I bought a pack of each."
"Thank you."
Serena obediently took the items and went into the changing room to change her dirty clothes.
Since he bought a set of underwear, Serena decided to change her bra too. After changing, she belatedly realized.
The size was just right, but how did he know her size?
Ten minutes later, Serena walked out of the changing room with her dirty clothes in a shopping bag, which Damian Quinn naturally took, then scooped her up in a princess carry.
Serena obediently wrapped her arms around his neck, her body leaning softly in his embrace; her voice sounded weaker than usual due to nstrual pain.
"How did you know my size?"
Upon hearing the girl’s question, Damian Quinn, holding her waist, replied in a low, magnetic voice that was incredibly sexy and alluring.
"Little one, have you forgotten what I saw last ti..."
Serena quickly recalled the embarrassing incident last ti, and swiftly covered the man’s mouth with her small, fair hand, her white earlobes tinged with red, and cutely threatened him.
"Shut up!"
"Heh..." The man chuckled low, his voice dripping with adoration, "Alright, I’ll shut up."
"Now, let’s go to the hospital."
Damian Quinn didn’t take this small injury seriously, but since his little ancestor had spoken, he had to comply.
Damian Quinn casually found a nearby clinic for the dressing; his overwhelming presence frightened the doctor, causing his hands to tremble uncontrollably during the simple dressing, delaying the process.
This made Damian Quinn even more displeased, and the doctor grew even more frightened, his hands shaking more fiercely.
Serena couldn’t stand it anymore and politely suggested to the doctor, "Let do the dressing for him."
Upon hearing these words, the doctor felt a great sense of relief, imdiately handing over the materials to Serena and hurriedly fleeing the room as if there were a great beast chasing him.
Watching the doctor’s fleeing back, Damian Quinn narrowed his eyes in displeasure, "I’m not a man-eater, why is he so scared?"
The Hidden Guards standing by fell into silence upon hearing this.
Master Damian indeed wasn’t very self-aware... Apart from his gentleness towards Miss Serena, he was overwhelmingly intimidating to everyone else.
Not to ntion the doctor, even they sotis felt afraid!
Of course, the Hidden Guards didn’t dare voice these thoughts, and promptly followed the doctor out, not daring to stay as the third wheel.
"It might hurt a bit, bear with it."
Serena used a cotton swab dipped in iodine to disinfect and then dressed the wound.
"Serena, I’m quite afraid of pain..."
Damian Quinn suddenly leaned close, his bewitching eyes focused on her, his deep, magnetic voice echoing to the core.
"Can I get a hug?"
Serena curved her red lips, helplessly giving him a hug, then quickly withdrew, "Alright, now let’s start dressing the wound."
The man’s lazy, amused voice sounded again, neither fast nor slow.
"If my little Serena gives a kiss, that would be even better."
So demanding...
Serena blinked her captivating fox-like eyes and mischievously applied a little more pressure while dressing the wound.
"Hiss..."
Damian Quinn hissed softly in pain, yet his long, dark eyes were full of laughter.
"It hurts so much; it’ll only heal with a kiss from Serena."
Serena knew he was acting; he didn’t even show signs of pain when he was actually injured.
But she couldn’t help being soft-hearted. Tilting her elegant swan neck, she gently placed a kiss on his thin lips.
Outside, the doctor shivered uncontrollably upon hearing the conversation inside.
Tsk tsk tsk, seeing such a fierce-looking man being such a whiny pain-averse person!
That wound wasn’t exactly minor, but it wasn’t that serious either!
How is soone who fears pain so much considered a man?!
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