Falling For My Contractual Wife
Chapter 72

Chapter 72

He poured some ointment onto his palm. "Bear with it. It might sting a little."

With that, he placed his warm and dry palm on her smooth back.

"Hiss..."

He had just rubbed her back gently when she cried out in pain.

Brian looked over worriedly and asked, Does it hurt a lot?"

Grace took a deep breath," It hurs a lot less than when I was beaton. Please continue."

Brian increased the pressure bit by bit. He rubbed her bruises until one of them dissipated before he continued rubbing the ointment on another bruise

"Who hit you?"

Grace thought for a moment. "I think they were trying to rob me."

Brian sat down by the bed. As he continued to apply the ointment on the bruises, he said, "You're not even dressed that ostentatiously. Why would they rob you?" Grace had the same thoughts. She was clearly dressed very plainly and looked like a poor person, but she was still targeted by the robbers.

"I'm probably just unlucky!"

Brian asked again, "Do you remember what they looked like?"

Grace shook her head. "They were all wearing black masks. I only remember that the leader had a scar on his forehead."

Brian looked at her for a while. "I will look into this. I will not let them go scot-free."

He continued to apply the medicine for her. After a while, he was done with her back. He poured a little more ointment onto his palm and said gently, "Turn around." Grace tilted her head and asked, "Are you done?"

"You still have a wound on your chest."

Grace looked at her ch*st and could not help but imagine that scene in her mind. She said awkwardly, "I can see the front. I'll do it myself."

Brian said calmly. "I already have the ointment on my palm."

Closing her eyes, she turned around. "Transfer the ointment onto my palm. I'll do it myself."

Brian looked at her. Her cheeks were flushed. He chuckled. "It's not like I haven't touched you there."

Dang it, why would he say such a thing!

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Chapter 72

Grace wished she could replace a hole to hide in.

"Forget it. You can't do it yourself if you want to. Don't move. Let me apply the ointment on the injuries on your face."

He held her down by her shoulder with one hand and placed the other palm with ointment on her face.

Her checks felt especially sensitive as the heat from Brian's palms warmed her face. As they sat facing each other, her checks felt like they were on fire. She wasn't sure if she was seeing things, Brian's breathing seemed to become more erratic. With each breath getting slower, heavier and more labored. After finally treating the wound on her face, he quickly stood up. "Do the rest yourself. I'm going to the washroom."

Brian strode into the bathroom. Grace glanced at him and lowered her head to apply the ointment on herself.

A moment later, she heard the sounds of running water in the bathroom. Wasn't he just using the bathroom? Why is he suddenly taking a shower?

To avoid the awkwardness of being seen by Brian applying the ointment on herself when he came out, Grace quickly applied the medicine haphazardly and got dressed quickly.

Brian came out of the shower and felt much more refreshed.

'Pack up. We'll have dinner later and return to Capern City tonight."

Grace wanted to say something, looked at him, but then hesitated and stopped herself.

"What? After what happened, you still want to travel? Don't you fear death?"

Brian Francis gave her a stern look, his tone unfriendly.

Grace opened her mouth but said nothing eventually. She just did not want to return to the villa.

She slowly stood up, and seeing her awkward movements, Brian Francis frowned, walked over without a word, and swept her up in his arms.