Chapter 403

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Victor replied, "Is Raegan a doctor or a nurse?" Why does she have to be the one to help him? What if your boss has ulterior motives and is just looking for an excuse to lure you into his car?

At this, Matteo fell silent, feeling like he couldn't argue about it.

Mitchel never bothered to hide his intentions to remarry Raegan, taking any opportunity to get along with her. Mitchel hoped everyone knew how he felt about Raegan. But as an experienced assistant, Matteo knew what to say.

Matteo coughed and said indignantly: “Mr. Dixon is not like that! He is a gentleman and would not do anything to Raegan against her will.

In addition, his shoulder is injured. It can't hurt him. "How dare you accuse him of having 'll terior motives'?"

Matteo displayed his eloquence. In fact, Mitchel was not mortally wounded. Such a minor flesh wound on the shoulder was no big deal to him. Matteo knew that Mitchel could still beat him up in the blink of an eye. But she had to convince Victor that Mitchel was weak to reassure her.

Then Matteo dragged Victor to another car and told him: “Sit here and watch. "You have nothing to worry about."

Meanwhile, in the car, Raegan looked at Mitchel's blood-stained clothes, not knowing where to start. In the end, he could only frown and suggest, "How about we go to the hospital?"

«It's not necessary. Just apply the medicine. "I'll be fine." Mitchel knew his own body very well. I didn't want to go to the hospital for an injury like that.

Raegan pouted and whined, "Why aren't you getting serious?"

Despite the unmistakable grumble in his tone, his concern was still music to Mitchel's ears. It turned out that she cared about him, although unconsciously. And that was a good sign.

Mitchel thought maybe he should have gotten hurt sooner.

Just then, an idea occurred to him. He cleared his throat and said sharply, “I can't use my hand. Can you help me take off my shirt so I can heal my wound?

“Uh…” Raegan blushed furiously, feeling embarrassed at the mere thought of undressing him. She would have felt uncomfortable undressing any man, much less Mitchel.

Noticing her reluctance, Mitchel's eyes darkened. "Forget it. I'll do it myself."

He raised his good arm and clumsily tried to unbutton his shirt.

When he finally undid the last button, he straightened his back and tried to shrug the shirt off, but it was no use. After a while, he let out a frustrated sigh.

Raegan seemed to notice his struggle. "Does it hurt?"

Sometimes it was good to admit one's weakness.

Finally, Mitchel realized that Raegan was yielding to an approach that was more subtle than direct.

Mitchel raised his eyebrows and responded hoarsely, "A little..."

The pungent smell of blood filled the air. Finally, Raegan bit her lip and nodded, as if she had made up her mind on the matter.

"Let me do it."

Mitchel could barely hide his smile, but he tried desperately to contain it and put on a straight face.

Shy, Raegan lowered her head so as not to stare at his defined muscles and cautiously reached out for the button.

But it was inevitable that her soft fingers brushed the man's bare skin. Her cold hands touched every part of his chest.

Suddenly, Mitchel gasped.

Raegan stopped what she was doing and looked up hurriedly. "What's the matter? Have I hurt you?

Mitchel frowned and said quietly, "You hit the wrong spot."

Raegan looked at the part she had just touched and turned red as a tomato. "I'm sorry," she stammered, embarrassed.

"No problem. Keep going…” Mitchel's deep, seductive voice seemed to make her heart race in her chest.

Raegan blushed even more.

The interior of the car was not particularly spacious with Mitchel's size. One wrong move from Raegan and she could hurt him. Holding her breath, she made sure to be very careful when trying to remove his shirt.

Finally, he took off her shirt halfway. The wound was on the back of the shoulder. Raegan frowned and tried to get up to get a better look at the wound. "Turn on your side or I won't be able to apply the ointment."

Mitchel turned to his side obediently. Sitting up, Raegan still couldn't see the wound, so she put one knee on the seat to support herself better.

Even with her back straight, she was tall enough to reach Mitchel's shoulder.

He tried to lean forward and the leather seat sank a little under his weight. From the rearview mirror, Mitchel could see his every move.

Sensing him watching her in the rearview mirror, Raegan looked at her reflection curiously.

In the mirror she saw herself kneeling behind him, her hand resting on his shoulder. The posture seemed incredibly suggestive.

He blushed and hurriedly explained, “I had to kneel on the seat to get a better look.”

Mitchel's lips curved upward in a soft smile, but his eyes burned with desire. "Do what you want."

These words… Obviously, he wanted to say something else. Raegan's face turned crimson. But she didn't dare say what she thought, lest she seem slutty. It was so annoying!

Pouting, Raegan stopped feeling sorry for him and ripped off his shirt with no remorse.

The muscles in Mitchel's back were as well defined as those in his front, and now that he was shirtless, his pheromones floated freely in the air.

Raegan took a deep breath and tried to focus on the wound, ignoring the extraordinary muscles in his back.

Fortunately, the handle of the glass was not deep. But there was an obvious glass fragment about two centimeters in size wedged inside the wound.

Raegan took the tweezers out of the medicine cabinet and warned, This may hurt. "I'm going to take out the glass fragment."

"OK."

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