Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

Chapter 0546

Our gazes met, and I couldn't tell whether it was an unexpected, unspoken understanding or a long-planned encounter. Under the dim light, it felt like something was quietly growing between us.

Nicholas suddenly reached out, his hand brushing lightly against my cheek. It felt like he was checking if I was truly there, not just a figment of his dreams.

I fraze for a moment, forgetting to push his hand away. But before I could react, he had already slowly pulled it back.

"Why are you doing this again?' I snapped.

"Nothing. Help me apply the ointment," he replied calmly.

He readily turned over as he spoke and laid flat on the bed. He even explained once again how he got hurt as if he were worried I wouldn't help him.

"I got hurt protecting you, after all."

Right now, that sentence felt like a spell. With just those words, he could control my every move...

I gritted my teeth and grabbed the blanket that had been kicked aside, covering him up completely. After

preparing the ointment for his bruises, I pulled back just enough to expose part of his side.

part of me you haven't seen. You even know about

sharply. "I don't think your injury is

light sheen of sweat as he winced in pain, but he didn't seem angry with me. "The person who brought the clothes wasn't Ms. Gardner.

"Right."

loyal to you. You could at least find her a better position. Given how many people look down on others

flickered between Nicholas' brows. "If she did something unforgivable, would you still

you. If she really wanted to betray you, she wouldn't have waited until now. But I

someone who once held authority being reduced to gossip material was a little

know what I'm doing," he

fell silent too, and the room was momentarily steeped in quiet tension. I pressed my palm lightly against his waist, massaging to help

"Bear with it."

muffled groan. "I've been enduring for so long. I can handle it." My face burned, and even Nicholas' skin

eager teenager, always coming up with new ways to explore intimacy. His words back then had been

freeze in those moments,

pulled my hand back, covering him up tightly

me with a dissatisfied look. "Has

his long fingers

his words. "I haven't had time to work out the past few years. Smoking and drinking didn't help either. I know