Chapter 319

Chapter 319 Lie Down, I’ll Apply the Medicine for You Neera was momentarily caught off guard, quickly standing up and instinctively taking a couple of steps back. “No, there’s no need…”

After all, the injury was on her lower back. That night, in a moment of confusion, she had lifted her clothes to let him examine the injury. However, now that she was completely clear–headed, it felt a bit inappropriate.

Furthermore, the injury was not even his fault…

Anticipating her thoughts, Jean furrowed his brow and spoke firmly, “Why are you so embarrassed?

I’ve seen every inch of skin on your back. Since you’re injured, it’s important to treat it promptly.”

Neera was silent.

What is he saying?

What did he mean by he had seen her back already?

Her face grew warm, a mixture of embarrassment and irritation causing her to glare at him, The intended fierceness in her gaze inadvertently took on a flirtatious quality. “It’s alright, it was just a minor bump, and it’s already much better.”

Jean brushed aside her polite refusal, his tone taking on a persistent undertone. “If it’s just a bruise, that’s good. It might be difficult for you to apply the medicine on your own. I can help you with that. That way, it’ll heal quicker.”

With that, he began to approach her once more.

Neera felt her cheeks burn, and she stumbled over her words in her flustered state. “No, really, you don’t need to do that…”

Seeing her continued resistance and sensing a certain vulnerability, Jean’s patience waned, and he decided to take a more direct approach, taking back what she said.

“Ms. Garcia, you were so adamant about gender not mattering when you said that. Now, are you suddenly applying double standards? Or could it be that you’re just pretending and have other intentions?”

Other intentions?

What does he mean by other intentions?

Neera’s immediate reaction was one of disbelief. Had he not accused her of trying to take advantage of him just moments ago?

Her cheeks flushed, and she responded with a hint of indignation, “Absolutely not!”

Jean rolled his eyes and spoke firmly, “Then let’s not waste time arguing about it.”

His tone was resolute, leaving no room for further disagreement.

Neera found herself at a loss for words, effectively shut down by his assertion, and finally gave in.

“Well… shall we go to the room and apply the medicine, then?”

At the very least, it would be better to do this in private. The presence of servants and other staff members made her uncomfortable.

Observing the slight distress on the woman’s face, he raised an eyebrow and allowed a small smile to grace his lips. Without saying anything, he turned and headed upstairs.

Neera trailed behind him, her energy deflated, and hesitantly followed him into the room. Under the man’s unspoken prompting, she reluctantly lifted the hem of her clothing.

Her waist was revealed quickly, the skin fair and delicate, its slender curves leaving a hint of imagination to others.

However, Jean merely cast a glance before his attention focused on the bruise marring her lower back.

“Why hasn’t it healed yet?”

His voice was low and resonant. As he spoke, his hand reached out to touch the injury, saying, “It’s still swollen.”

Neera wished she did not skip applying the medicine last night and this morning. Now, with his touch, she realized that the injury had gotten worse than she thought.

Gently pressing against it, she murmured, “It’s not a serious bone injury. I could have applied the medicine on‘

my own…”

Jean withdrew his hand and glanced at her indifferently.

“I need to apply some pressure to this part. Can you endure it?”

Neera remained silent.

Given that she could not talk to him, she figured she might as well go along with whatever he suggested.

Pointing to the sofa, Jean instructed, “Lie down, I’ll apply the medicine for you.”

Neera felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her as she tried to picture the situation. However, Jean appeared completely unfazed, not finding anything amiss, and he turned to fetch the first–aid kit.

Seeing his determination, Neera understood that going against him would be useless. She made a swift decision and obediently reclined on the sofa.

“Is this alright?”

Jean swiftly retrieved a spray tube from the kit and showed it to her, asking if it was the right medicine.

Neera gave a quick nod, “Yes.”

Once confirmed, Jean sprayed some of the medicine onto his palm, then gently applied it to her lower back, carefully massaging the area with controlled pressure.

A mix of discomfort and a strangely soothing sensation coursed through her, prompting an unintentional soft moan to escape her lips.

Startled by the sound, she froze for a moment, her cheeks turning a shade of red so deep it could rival a sunset.

How could she… How could she make such a noise?

The embarrassment was overwhelming. Her ears burned, and she wished she could find a way to disappear into the floor.