Chapter 195 Change Dressing

Edgar had not mentioned going out of the room since he gained consciousness.

He asked slowly, “Shouldn’t it be time for me to change my dressing?”

Change dressing?

Jean frowned hard. He wasn’t fit to change his dressing himself.

Jean took out his medicine and some gauze from the drawer. Then, she just stood there quietly.

Edgar turned toward her and said, “What are you waiting for?”

He seemed ready.

Jean raised her hands. “I don’t know how. I can help you hold up a mirror and you can…”

But before she could finish her words, she could feel his stare turn icy cold.

“Weren’t you good in everything when you were nursing Ben Ludwig in the hospital?”

She is saying she didn’t know how when it comes to him?

Edgar’s stare turned icier from jealousy.

Jean muttered something inaudibly. Then she walked over and said, “Well, don’t move then. I’m telling you that I’m quite a rough person, don’t you shout if it hurts.”

Edgar kept quiet and let her change his dressing.

Although Jean said that she would be rough, she was still quite gentle, especially when she saw Edgar’s fresh wound after taking the dressing off. She froze a few seconds at its sight.

If he hadn’t protected her at that time, she would have suffered from this injury.

Moreover, she lived alone. So she would have to change her dressing alone in front of the mirror. It would be a sad sight.

She reapplied medicine on his wound and dressed the wound once more.

“Done.”

She let go of him. Just as she turned around to leave, she bumped into the cup of coffee on the table.

‘Crash.’

coffee spilled

the coffee did not spill on her but it

aroma of coffee filled the

lightly and smiled.

really?” The man looked indifferent. He grabbed the woman in front of him, who was

hurt. It’s not like you can’t take care of

had spent more than ten hours in this room with him. She did not want to be called

face. He moved his

her

was helping Edgar because she

she wouldn’t care, even if he were to

tanned and smooth skin appeared before her eyes. But Jean was focused on helping Edgar change. She did not think about

him button up his shirt, their distance got

as she gradually raised

noticed that her

can button the rest

go of his shirt, turned around

for her to hide

man sat at the side of the bed. The corners of his lips curled upwards. He quickly buttoned up his shirt. His wound indeed hurt, and it was prone

care about the wound

it wasn’t Jean staying in his

He picked up his phone and quickly sent out a

the bathroom, Edgar continued to put on a painful

anyone here to repair the door yet?” Jean frowned hard as she

bed head. He was

her chin with both hands. She thought, perhaps he didn’t like to be locked up in this room

observing her. He was watching her side profile and could

when Susan passed them their food, she said,

brightened up

what she was thinking.

spoke through the door. If Edgar hadn’t sent her the text message

locksmith

on Jean’s

Was she that happy?

so excited to get away

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