Sweet Submission: Reclaiming Her Love

Chapter 100 Be A Good Girl

While washing his hands in the restroom, Elliot answered dryly, “I came here to see you, of course–and to

apply some medicine on your burn scars.”

After all, he despised the thought of letting anyone else touch Corynn.

“There are countless doctors and nurses here. You didn’t need to come,” Corynn said icily.

“I know.” Clearly unfazed, Elliot strode to her bedside and sat down, making himself at home.

Corynn then saw Elliot taking out a milky white tube of ointment from his pocket. As for what it was for, she had no idea, nor could she read the description on the packaging.

Instead of asking, she glared at Elliot coldly and demanded, “Didn’t you already apply medicine to my scars? What else do you want to do?”

Wearing a faint smile, Elliot leaned closer and said gently, “I’m sorry about what happened the night before yesterday. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Corynn had to turn away to hide the embarrassment on her face. “You saved me, yes, but I only got into trouble because of you. I’d say that makes us even, so you can leave now.”

Elliot chuckled. “No, we’re nowhere near even. I’m the one who hurt you, so I should take care of you until you fully recover.”

“No, thanks,” Corynn refused without skipping a beat. “I still don’t want to see you, so please leave.”

However, instead of leaving, Elliot turned a deaf ear to her demands and inched closer to her, their bodies almost touching each other.

the faint scent of tobacco on him.

breathing on her cheeks. She lowered her head to look away, only for her gaze to

apple that made

she used to kiss his Adam’s apple a

too close.” She tried to push him away, but he was

her heart skip a beat and

for some reason, her palms

have you forgotten already? You’re part of the reason why you’re so sore now.” Elliot looked straight into her eyes, a mischievous

close to Corynn; it was only natural

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doing anything to

retorted, “You’re seriously blaming me now?”

“Corynn, you’re the one who clung to me, begging for

Corynn’s face turned as red as

way! He had

was never

look of disbelief on her face, then added, “But don’t take it

drug talking.”

and then pulled the quilt over her burning face.

that this type of banter would bring the two of them closer–at the