Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson)
A Rose 278

Chapter 278

"Oh, don't you remember what happened the last time?"

Suddenly recalling that mortifying incident in public, Yvette's hands flew onto Wilson's mouth to silence it. Her ears flushed red as she made her threats with endearing petulance. "Shut up!"

Wilson let out a raspy chuckle. Then, he said in a soothing voice," Okay, I'll shut up."

"We're going to the hospital right this instant."

Wilson hadn't really cared much about the insignificant injury, but since his beloved princess had given orders, he had no choice but to

follow them.

Halfheartedly, Wilson found the nearest clinic to bandage his wound. But with the imposing air he radiated, the doctor helping him with his wounds kept trembling nonstop. Even after what seemed like ages, he couldn't do a simple bandage. With Wilson's face darkening even more, the doctor's fear mounted. His hands started trembling even more than before.

Getting impatient, Yvette turned to the doctor and said politely, "Let me do it."

A huge weight seemed to have been lifted off the doctor's shoulders at her words. He handed his things to Yvette, then shuffled out of the room as though he had some vicious beast tailing behind him. Watching the doctor scurry away in fear, Wilson narrowed his eyes in displeasure. "What's he so scared of? I don't bite."

The guards standing beside them remained unanimously silent.

Wilson wasn't the most self-aware of people. Except for the

tendemess he showed to Yvette, when he was with others, his

imposing presence was oppressively strong.

Hell, even they felt scared of him sometimes, so imagine how that poor doctor must have felt!

Of course, the guards didn't dare to say that aloud. They followed the doctor as he rushed out, unwilling to be third wheels in that room.

"This is going to hurt a little, bear with it for a moment."

Yvette dabbed some iodine on a cotton swab to disinfect the wound before bandaging.

"Oh, Yvie, I'm kinda scared of it hurting..."

Wilson scooted closer toward her, his captivating eyes staring into hers. The magnetic buzz of his low voice sent electricity through Yvette's bones. "Could you hug me?"

Smiling, Yvette gave in and hugged him, then let go. "Alright then, let's start bandaging it up."

Wilson's lazy, unhurried voice was threaded with teasing. "If my

adorable Yvie could also give me a

better."

This man was insatiable.

kiss, that would be even

Yvette blinked at him. Then, with a vindictive tug, she tightened the bandage around his arm just a little too tightly.

Wilson hissed with a mock expression of pain, but laughter seemed to dance in those slender, soulful eyes.

"Ahh, it hurts so, so bad. I need kisses from my dear, darling Yvie for it to get better."

Yvette knew he was obviously acting. He hadn't looked this hurt when he'd first gotten injured.

But unable to suppress the pity welling up inside her, she extended her long, graceful neck toward him. She left a soft, light peck on top of his thin lips. Listening outside, the doctor shuddered despite himself.

Who would've thought that such a fearsome man could be such a whiny crybaby?

That injury was not minor by any means, but surely it couldn't have been that bad. Just what kind of man was this?

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