The Wrong Woman

Florence felt even more guilty. "Daniel, please take Sienna to the hospital later."

Sienna frowned and looked at Daniel. "It's not as serious as you're making it out to be."

She then gently reassured Florence, "Madam Florence, I'm really fine. It'll get better after I cool it under running water."

Florence was overwhelmed with guilt. She left the kitchen and asked a maid to clean up the sugar mixture on the floor. Standing before the faucet, Sienna could feel her back almost pressed against Daniel's chest. Her breathing grew a bit erratic.

Daniel's warm hand held her wrist, sending an electric sensation through her skin and spreading through her whole body, making her legs feel weak.

"I can do it myself. Can you let go of me?" Sienna muttered quietly.

Daniel's heart pounded. The refreshing fragrance of her hair made his mind wander, and he couldn't stay calm.

He slowly released Sienna's wrist and advised, "Cool it under running water for another ten minutes. I'll take you to the hospital afterward."

It's not serious enough for a hospital visit. Just some burn

more. He went to the living room to fetch burn ointment

cold water for a long time, Sienna felt the pain subside and turned off the faucet. As soon as she turned, Daniel gently took

myself." Sienna resisted his touch

her wrist and led her to a

he gently and cautiously applied the ointment to

from the side couldn't hide her pleased

free. Looking at Daniel's handsome, manly face, she felt a strange flutter

gentle, his eyes filled with tenderness and worried concern. He was more anxious about her injured hand than

the lid back on and softly instructed, "Stop what you were

lowered her gaze, examining her reddened hand, and murmured, "I want to learn how to make lemon meringue pie from Madam