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Chapter 15: Mr. Petit...

"Mr. Petit, what's wrong?"

Gwenda ran to Olivier's room and looked around, but there was no one there.

Only the lights in the bathroom were on.

"Mr. Petit?"

...

There was no response.

Worried that he may have fallen due to his injury causing him potential mobility problems, Gwenda

entered the bathroom without thinking. "Mr. Petit..."

Inside, Olivier had not expected her to open the door. He was naked, and his hair was still dripping. Her

sudden appearance surprised him.

When Gwenda saw this, she froze for a couple of seconds before releasing a shriek and turning away.

Covering her eyes, Gwenda felt her entire being burn with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I

thought you fell. I didn't know you were still drying up... I'm sorry."

Seeing her panic through the misty air of the bathroom, Olivier relaxed. Smiling, he assured her in a

soft voice. "Don't panic. I just accidentally knocked something over."

"I'm not panicking. I just..."

Gwenda could not come up with an explanation. Her voice was shaky.

Olivier raised an eyebrow. "Just what?"

"No... I— I..."

Gwenda was in such a panic that leaving the bathroom slipped her mind completely.

The smile on Olivier's face grew bigger as he teased her. "Well, since you're here, do you want to help

me dry up?"

...

It was as if fireworks had gone off in her head.

"N-n-no, I-I'll take my leave."

Gwenda said incoherently, still covering her face as she fled.

In the bathroom, Olivier laughed heartily at her fleeing figure.

"This silly girl...

Why is she so fun to toy with?" He thought in amusement.

Running all the way back to her bedroom, Gwenda threw the door shut.

She then flung herself onto her bed and covered her head with a pillow.

"Holy f*ck...

What have I done!"

Gwenda's thoughts screamed hysterically in her head.

Frustrated with herself, she tossed and turned on the bed, unable to quell her agitation.

It took a long while for her to finally calm down when Olivier's attractive voice rang out from beyond her

bedroom door.

"Are you free? Could you do me a favour?"

...

Gwenda stiffened and removed the pillow. She sat up and glared at the door. "What favour?"

"My wound got wet and it's not convenient to call a doctor at this time. Could you help me with applying

some ointment?"

Olivier gently requested of her. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Gwenda did not want to go out at all, but he was a wounded patient, and he only got wounded because

he saved her.

Therefore, she could only forcibly suppress the turbulence in her heart and got out of bed. Gwenda bit

her lips for a while before heading toward the door.

When she opened it, Olivier's tall silhouette stood outside. He was wearing a dark grey robe, his

features further highlighted by backlighting.

"The first aid kit is in the living room."

"Mm." Gwenda wanted to leave, but Olivier was in her way. She did not dare to look directly at him and

could only remind him in a small voice, "Could you step aside? I'll go get it."

Olivier stared at her crimson face and smiled, "Okay." before moving aside.

Gwenda then walked out of her room

Retrieving the first aid kit, she asked Olivier to sit on the sofa while she crouched down to examine his

wound.

"This might hurt."

Gwenda murmured as she peeled back the layers of gauze.

The wound gradually revealed itself.