Love At The Wrong Table

In no time, she returned with two romantic dinner sets on a small cart, stupefying Emmanuel when he answered the door.

Two sets of steaks, a bottle of red wine, and three lit candles. What the f*ck is this?!

Naturally, the server was oblivious to his stupefaction. “Your knife, alcohol, and fire, sir,” she said with a smile.

Holy f*ck! Emmanuel thought the misunderstanding was getting out of hand. Then again, she had indeed brought everything he needed. Whatever. Saving Ashton is more important now.

Emmanuel thanked her and pushed the cart inside, then slammed the door shut.

“Seriously, no tip? Stingy much?!” the young server huffed with displeasure.

Emmanuel couldn’t care less about what the young server thought. After pushing the cart inside, he immediately used the candle flame to disinfect the knife and silver needles.

After sealing off the necessary acupuncture points on Ashton’s body with the silver needles, he directly cut open Ashton’s wound, extracting the stagnant blood.

Due to the crude equipment, Ashton’s blood stained the bedsheet. However, he couldn’t care less at this moment. After finally extracting the stagnant blood, he had to continue stimulating Ashton’s acupuncture points with the silver needles to promote blood circulation..

Emmanuel had dealt with many such external injuries in the Northern Region before, and now he was quite adept at it. However, that night, he faced a bit of a hindrance-Ashton’s figure was really something else!

assets always got in the way, and he had to constantly move them aside to find the

hard-fought treatment, Emmanuel had to use the silver needles to thread through the fabric of Ashton’s clothes, intending to help her close the wound with a simple

process, Ashton woke

body, she immediately screamed, “Ah!

her hand out to slap Emmanuel regardless of her condition. Although she had been. In

her strength into this slap.

and dodged to the side. Holy sh*t! That was close! If he had taken that slap, his head

Emmanuel retorted gravely, “I should be asking you what you’re doing! I’m trying

nerseir naiт-naked and Emmanuel busy on ner poay, sne immediately screamed, An! what are you

condition. Although she had been in love before,

put all her

reacted quickly and dodged to the side. Holy sh*t! That was close!

should be asking you what you’re

dare you

indeed

she didn’t need treatment; she could just apply some soothing oil, and the stagnant blood would disperse on its own after a few days. After all, in the military and during routine missions, she always dealt