You're The Best Medicine For Me
Chapter 91 Shirley Thomas Was Careless And Got Burnt

Cold water splashed on the back of Shirley Thomas' hand, dousing the hot sensation instantly.

Looking at the hand, which was being held onto by Bryan Moore, she shook it lightly and said, "I'm fine, it's just a little burn wound, you should go back soon." "Don't move," yelled Bryan suddenly, with his face darkened.

He lifted his other hand, placed it on Shirley's shoulder, and pulled her towards himself.

She stumbled two steps left, and lifted her head just in time to see that she was in his arms. With her back towards his chest, both of them looked like a close couple.

With this, Shirley's heart got even more flustered.

She instinctively took one step back, her heels instantly stepping on a foreign object, lifting it up a few centimeters. She sneakily peeked downwards, realizing that she had stepped on Bryan's leather shoes. Panicked, she stepped one step forward again.

He, of course saw all of these tiny movements.

Bryan, however, was starting to get ticked off.

She was already absent-minded at the dining table, even after she got burnt on her hand, she was still being absent-minded....

What was Paisley Thomas thinking?

"Paisley Thomas, what were you thinking just now?" asked Bryan. While both of them were close to each other, he was still keeping hold of her hand, and not any more closer than before. Shirley's face was getting red thanks to his question.

She lowered her head, avoiding contact with the sharp eyes reflecting off the mirror, and said, "I'm thinking about the auction. I'm wondering which perfume should I present, my hand is fine, really."

She lifted her burnt hand and looked at it.

A sizable, red burn mark covered her white hand.

That did not look like a little burn wound.

Bryan, upon seeing this red mark, got even more angrier.

With a deeper tone, he said, "I'll bring you to the hospital."

"There's no need for that." Shirley declined, as she turned back immediately.

As both of them were very close to each other, by turning her head, she was wholly in his arms.

She leaned back instantly.

Bryan then held her waist and moved backwards, as she leaned towards the opposite direction.

Recalling her clumsy actions tonight, irritated and worried, he said, "Be careful, you're not a three-year-old, are you? Do you want me to coax you into going to the hospital?"

"What are you saying...?" being talked down to as if she was a three-year-old, Shirley felt embarrassed and angry.

She placed her hands on his chest and tried to push him away.

He forcefully kept her in his arms, held her burnt hand and said, "Your hand is still hurt, stop flaunting it around, or would you like it to hurt even more? Keep it in the water longer."

As he finished saying that, he spun her around to face the mirror and pressed her hand into the water.

His other hand was on her waist. This, however, caused Shirley to be unable to fully concentrate on soaking her hand. As Bryan got closer to her, the lightly scented mint-tobacco fragrance of his body smothered her nostrils, disrupting her mind.

She forcefully freed her hand and pushed away the hand on her waist, while moving to the space on her left.

Witnessing this, Bryan's brows lowered to a frown, and he said, "Paisley."

"I have a medicine in my bag that can treat burns, as it has a cooling effect, and after soaking my hand, it is feeling much better now. We best be heading back now, I don't wanna worry Mildred and the kids." She lowered her head to avoid the sharp gaze coming from him, and to prevent exposing any of her anxiousness deep down in her heart.

As she finished saying, she turned and walked out from the washroom.

Looking at her back, Bryan was sure that something's off about her tonight. With her face as red as an apple, she looked as if she had a fever.

Thinking this, he stepped forward and grabbed Shirley's arm, and said, "Hold on, Paisley."

"What are you doing!?" she yelled as she was being pulled backwards.

Just as her words left her mouth, a palm landed itself on her forehead. Bryan then placed it on his own forehead.

With such obvious actions, Shirley saw through his intentions instantaneously.

She stepped backwards and said, "Bryan, I am neither sick, nor having a fever right now."

Frowning, he laid his eyes upon her red cheeks, as he couldn't help but touch her face again. Her silky face seeping warmness, her white skin tone looked as if it was stained with blushing red, mixing the two colors harmoniously.

Coupled with the lighting showing her watery eyes, she appeared as if she was a poor kitten, asking for pity from those around her.

His hand moved towards her head, removing the few strains of hair clinging onto her forehead. Doing so, he coincidentally saw the birthmark that was covered up by her fringe.

Shirley took another few steps back, looked away unnaturally and said, "I'm hungry, let's head back for some food."

"Alright, let's head back then." Despondently, he looked at her and retracted his hand.

Shirley nodded, as she walked pass in front of him.

As they returned to the side room, two kids swarmed Shirley, they held her arms and started barraging her with questions.

Emma Thomas, in particular, upon seeing her mother's red mark on the back of her hand, was pained and blinking while saying, "Mummy, your hand is hurt. You must not use chopsticks, ladles, and especially not hold the bowl with your hand."

Shirley chuckled, placed her hand on Emma's head, wanting to fondle her hair. Emma immediately held her arm, and said, "Don't hug brother and me, don't pat my head, too."

Shirley's heart skipped a beat, not knowing either to cry or laugh, and said, "Emma, mummy only hurt the back of one of her her hands, not both of her hands, it's not as serious as you thought it is. Moreover, I hurt my left hand, while I eat with my right hand, see?"

She said as she picked up a pair of chopsticks, preparing to show Emma. A worried Emma stopped her, saying, "No, stop!"

Emma turned around, pulled a chair from the side next to Shirley, and said while looking at Bryan, "Mummy, you're all grown up now, but you're still so careless, as you managed to burn yourself while getting some soup. You should let Bryan feed you the soup."

What!!

Shirley immediately felt awkward and freaked out, as she turned her head and stared at Bryan, who was sitting opposite of her.

Mildred starting giggling.

Right then, Shirley recalled something and shifted her gaze to Mildred.

Mildred waved her arms and claimed, "I did not teach them that, I only told them that if their mummy is thinking of other things while eating, she is going to burn her hand easily again."

"Mildred, how could you go around scaring little kids?" asked Shirley willy-nilly as she was anxiously staring at Mildred. As she was going to lecture Mildred, a deep voice came above her head, "Didn't you say that there's medicine?"

Shirley got startled, turned her head and looked towards the source of the voice.

Unbeknownst to her, Bryan was there behind her. He pulled away the chair that Emma moved there, sat down and said, "Get me the medicine, I'll help you apply it."

"It's fine, I'll apply it myse..."

Just as Shirley was about to decline his offer, Emma grabbed the medicine from her bag and said to Bryan, "Bryan, here you go, here's the medicine."...0000