Yvette walked around Lance’s ward for a while.
There were many bodyguards, and she was a little afraid of being recognized.
Finally, when the bodyguards shifted, she lowered her head and sneaked in.
She was in the uniform and it was easy for her to sneak in.
Moreover, Ellen was so thoughtful that she had even prepared a nurse’s naplate.
Therefore, Yvette wouldn’t be discovered.
When Yvette entered, Lance was sleeping with his eyes closed.
She walked closer and saw that there were still so bruises on Lance’s handso face.
The wound on his arm was lighter and was not bandaged. It was only treated physically.
However, she could see the bulge on the shoulder through his clothes. It should be wrapped in very thick gauze.
Yvette suddenly felt a little distressed.
He was injured because he saved her. After that, he was beaten by Marlon.
That was why he was seriously injured.
Even though Lance was in his dreams, he was still in a tense state. His eyebrows were twisted.
Yvette unconsciously reached out her hand, wanting to smooth his forehead.
The mont her fingers touched his brows, his long eyelashes trembled and his eyes suddenly opened.
Yvette’s fingers froze, and she forgot to retract them.
He had just woken up, and his mind wasn’t that clear.
His gaze was on the slender fingers, and he asked indifferently, "What are you doing?"
Yvette hadn’t co back to her senses.
There was a sound of clap.
She hit him in the head.
This ti, Lance was especially sober and his eyes were bright while he was looking at her.
His expression seed that if she could not explain it, he would punish her on the spot.
Yvette’s heart was beating like a drum, and she deliberately explained in a low voice, "There are, there are mosquitoes."
Lance was speechless.
Lance looked at her. His eyes filled with indifference.
Yvette was glad that her makeup was good enough.
Otherwise, she might have been recognized by him.
She lowered her head like a little bird and said softly, "Take a good rest. I’d better go now."
Yvette was relieved that he was safe and wouldn’t be disabled.
Just as she was about to turn around, she heard the man behind her say coldly, "I want to drink water."
Yvette was stunned.
She pretend not to hear him and wanted to leave, but he grabbed her arm.
"I want water, do you hear ?"
Yvette couldn’t leave, so she lowered her head and replied, "Well, okay."
The water heater was at the head of the bed. When Yvette went to fetch the water, she felt that her every move was under Lance’s watch.
It was too uncomfortable.
She handed the water to him.
Lance did not take it and said in a low and enchanting voice, "Feed ."
Yvette was speechless.
She had the urge to splash water on his face.
She thought, what a freak. He actually likes a nurse the feed him. So vulgar!
She endured it. Afraid that she would be recognized, she put down the glass and put the bed up to make it easier for him to drink water.
After doing all this, Yvette was a little surprised.
It was sothing she had never done before. How could she do it so easily?
Could it be that she used to take care of him?
She suppressed the thoughts and handed the water to his lips.
Lance took a sip and frowned. "It’s too hot."
"How could it be." Yvette was stunned.
She rembered that she had adjusted the temperature. How could it be hot?
Lance’s face turned sour and he said impatiently, "What’s your na? Why are you so careless? If you don’t believe , you can try it yourself."
Yvette was stunned by his serious face. She thought she might indeed do it wrong.
She quickly took a small sip.
It was not hot at all!
The temperature was just right.
"It’s not hot," she said doubtfully.
"Really?"
Lance said, "Then I’ll take another sip."
Yvette handed it over.
This ti, Lance did not ask her to feed him. He took it and took a sip.
Only then did Yvette realize that both of them had already drunk water from the glass.
Moreover, Lance’s lips were on the position of the glass where she had put her lips.
She was extrely embarrassed and reached out to take the class. "I’m sorry. I’m sorry. This..."
Lance handed it to her. It was already empty.
However, he was quite gentle this ti.
"It doesn’t matter."
Yvette thought that since he didn’t care about it, it was fine.
She put it down and was about to go out, but Lance caught her arm again, tightly, as if he was afraid she would run away.
He said, "I feel hurt in my wound. Check it for ."
Yvette only wanted to leave quickly. She nodded and said, "I will call a doctor for you."
However, Lance refused to let go and insisted, "Take a look now."
Yvette was speechless.
She suppressed her impatience.
"I’m afraid I’ll hurt you."
Lance said resolutely, "It’s okay."
Yvette took a deep breath.
Alright.
After all, his injuries were caused by saving her.
Their gaze t in the air.
The two of them looked at each other for a while.
Lance said, "Help take it off."
"What?" Yvette opened her eyes wide in shock.
Lance pointed at his right hand which was wrapped in gauze and said, "It’s not convenient for ."
Yvette glanced at it. His right hand was indeed wrapped in gauze.
But she still couldn’t do it.
Today was different from the day when they were in the car.
"What are you dawdling for?" Lance’s tone was slightly impatient.
It was as if he only treated her like an unprofessional nurse.
Yvette had no choice but to reach out slightly to unbutton his shirt.
The clothes on his body were very loose. Every ti she unbuttoned his shirt, she could see more of his attractive and tight abs.
The two faces faced each other.
He was full of aggressive hormones, and almost all of them pounced on Yvette.
Yvette’s face was red, and her fingers were trembling slightly.
Lance lowered his eyes to look at her. His lips curled up slightly. "You haven’t taken off any clothes for a man?"
How embarrassing it was.
Yvette’s face imdiately flushed red.
She thought, he’s a hooligan!
He actually harassed nurses!
Fortunately, I know his true color now!
"Of course I did," she said angrily.
Then she sped up and finally unbuttoned all the buttons.
She stood up, took off half of his clothes, and carefully examined his wound.
The bandage was okay. Nothing got wrong.
The scene of the wound on his shoulder made so images suddenly flash through her mind.
In that scene, they were also in the ward. The man pressed her down on the bed and kissed her fiercely, fiddling with her.
Suddenly, her face turned red.
She hurriedly put on his clothes and said, "Well, well, you’re fine."
Lance appreciated her evasive gaze and her pretty red face, his eyes revealing a hint of interest.
Then, he clutched her hand which was frantically trying to fasten the buttons.
He asked in a low voice, "Do you want to touch it?"
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