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.

of me you

against his waist sharply. "I don't think your injury is that

pain, but he didn't

"Right."

because of her disability, but she's been so loyal to you. You could at least

faint displeasure flickered between Nicholas' brows. "If she did something unforgivable,

wanted to betray you, she wouldn't have waited until now. But I don't know the details, so it's not my place to comment. Do what you think

held authority being reduced to gossip material was

what I'm doing," he said curtly,

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

"Bear with it."

"I've been enduring for so long. I can handle it." My face burned, and even Nicholas' skin felt as smooth and soft as a

had been like an eager teenager, always coming up with new ways to

time could freeze in those moments, but time never

enough." I quickly pulled my hand back, covering him

off, sitting up to face me with a dissatisfied look. "Has my figure gotten

him, noticing his long fingers

past few years. Smoking