Instead, Brian simply unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, revealing his muscular arms.

Rosalynn was momentarily captivated by his chiseled chest. Regaining her composure, she proceeded to apply the ointment.

Although the cut wasn't deep, it appeared rather gruesome.

Rosalynn pressed her lips together before apologizing, "I'm sorry.”

Brian raised his eyebrows, looked at her curly eyelashes and said, "| have to deduct your bonus."

Rosalyn rolled her eyes. "Why are you so stingy?"

"Didn't you call me a money-grubber? Naturally, | should be stingy."

Rosalynn asked. "How can you justify your nonsense so confidently?”

"Then you tell me that what | should say. I'm curious to know."

Rosalyn felt helpless.

Why wouldn't he drop the subject?

She hadn't anticipated him being so talkative.

Ignoring him, Rosalynn concentrated on treating his wound.

"Make sure to keep the wound dry. I'm heading back to my room now.”

Brian had just put on his shirt. When he saw her stand up, he quickly pressed her back to the sofa with his hand on her thigh.

Rosalynn froze.

He touched her thigh!

Did he suddenly have sexual urges?

“Where are you touching?” she asked.

Brian had only intended to make her sit because he hadn't yet applied ointment to her ankle.

However, seeing her ears tinted pink and the mix of bashfulness and indignation in her gaze, he opted not to explain.

He leaned in slightly, a playful grin on his lips, teasing her. “Rosalynn, don't be shy. | know you're attracted to me. Isn't this what you wanted?”

His chest muscles exuded masculine allure. His large palm slowly roamed her thigh.

Rosalynn shoved him away and hurled a pillow at him.

"How dare you?”