Chapter 195 Change Dressing

Edgar had not mentioned going out of the room since he gained consciousness.

He asked slowly, “Shouldn’t it be time for me to change my dressing?”

Change dressing?

Jean frowned hard. He wasn’t fit to change his dressing himself.

Jean took out his medicine and some gauze from the drawer. Then, she just stood there quietly.

Edgar turned toward her and said, “What are you waiting for?”

He seemed ready.

Jean raised her hands. “I don’t know how. I can help you hold up a mirror and you can…”

But before she could finish her words, she could feel his stare turn icy cold.

“Weren’t you good in everything when you were nursing Ben Ludwig in the hospital?”

She is saying she didn’t know how when it comes to him?

Edgar’s stare turned icier from jealousy.

Jean muttered something inaudibly. Then she walked over and said, “Well, don’t move then. I’m telling you that I’m quite a rough person, don’t you shout if it hurts.”

Edgar kept quiet and let her change his dressing.

Although Jean said that she would be rough, she was still quite gentle, especially when she saw Edgar’s fresh wound after taking the dressing off. She froze a few seconds at its sight.

If he hadn’t protected her at that time, she would have suffered from this injury.

Moreover, she lived alone. So she would have to change her dressing alone in front of the mirror. It would be a sad sight.

She reapplied medicine on his wound and dressed the wound once more.

“Done.”

She let go of him. Just as she turned around to leave, she bumped into the cup of coffee on the table.

‘Crash.’

spilled all

spill on her but it spilled all over the man behind

aroma of coffee filled

and smiled. “Your coffee is

The man looked indifferent. He grabbed the woman in front of him, who was trying to escape. “I can’t

It’s not like you can’t take care of yourself!” Jean

more than ten hours in this room with him. She did not want

moved his

this, Jean gritted her

herself that she was helping Edgar because she didn’t want to owe him

not, she wouldn’t care, even if he were to

Jean was focused on helping Edgar change. She did

she was helping him button up his

his lips as she gradually

Suddenly, she noticed that her heart was beating very

button the

let go of his shirt, turned

for her

curled upwards. He quickly buttoned up his shirt. His wound indeed hurt, and it was prone to open

didn’t care about the

in his room, he wouldn’t have

frowned. He picked up his

out of the bathroom, Edgar continued to put

anyone here to repair the door yet?” Jean frowned hard as

leaned against the bed head. He

he didn’t like to be locked

that Edgar was observing her. He was watching her side profile

their food, she said,

brightened up

what she was thinking.

Eyer, please be patient. He will be done soon.” Susan spoke through the door. If Edgar hadn’t sent her the text message and told her to open the door,

the locksmith

Jean’s face pierced

Was she that happy?

to get away

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