Anathea was the first to look away. She turned to head back upstales.
“Mrs. Sinclair!” Martin called after her in a hurry.
She stopped in her tracks. “What is it?”
“Uh… I’ve got something urgent to deal with. Would you mind helping Mr. Sinclair with his wound in the meantime?” Martin stepped in front of her, looking genuinely anxious.
Anathea’s mouth twitched. Did he really think she couldn’t see through this terrible acting and that flimsy excuse?
But Martin stayed committed to the act. He met her skeptical gaze with a straight face and pleaded sincerely, “Please? I’ll be back really soon.”
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Anathea didn’t even get to finish her refusal before Martin stuffed the medical supplies into her hands and took off like the wind.
“Hey!”
“Thank you, Mrs. Sinclair!”
Martin disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if the wind had swept him away.
Frowning, Anathea looked over at Gregory. He hadn’t taken his eyes off her. Casually, he ran his fingers along the edge of his mouth, then let out a sharp hiss.
She pressed her lips into a line. In the end, his pitiful look wore her down. She walked over to him with visible reluctance.
A faint smile curved Gregory’s lips as he tilted his head toward her
“How’d this happen?” Anathea dabbed at the blood near his mouth with a cotton swab.
“I got into a fight,” he replied, a flicker of guilt passing through his eyes.
“How old are you, Gregory? Still out here brawling like some hotheaded teenager?” Anathea didn’t bother hiding her irritation.
“I’m sorry, Annie,” Gregory said seriously. “And I’m sorry about yesterday too.”
He shouldn’t have lost control like that. He’d almost hurt her again. But the truth was, he’d been jealous. That burning frustration in his chest had completely gotten the better of him.
Now, after reflecting on it, he’d come all the way here just to apologize to Anathea.
“Will you forgive me?” he asked while looking at her with hopeful eyes.
Anathea didn’t respond. She just focused on applying the ointment
When the cotton swab brushed over the cut on his brow, Gregory suddenly grabbed her by the wrist.
He leaned in, lips aiming for hers.
But this time, Anathea was quicker. She raised her other hand and pressed the cotton swab against his lips, stopping hin warned, “Don’t push it. If you tear the wound again, you’ll regret it”
Gregory wasn’t happy about the outcome but settled. “Then at least don’t ignore me.”
Anathea looked at him, feeling puzzled. Somehow, he seemed to have changed a lot.
Around others, he was still the same cold, distant man who kept everyone at arm’s length. But the moment he was with her, he turned clingy, constantly begging for kisses and affection. When he got his way, he pushed his luck. When he didn’t, he played the pitiful card.
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It was impossible to guard against him.
But she was getting sharper. She could more or less guess what he was up to now.
“All done.” Anathea stuck a bandage on his brow. “Keep it dry. If you get it wel, that’s your problem.”
With that, she stood up, ready to head back upstairs. But right then her stomach betrayed her. It growled.
Anathea froze.
“Are you hungry?” Gregory asked with a smile.
“Not at all.”
As soon as she said that, her stomach growled again.
Anathea shut her eyes. Her cheeks heated with embarrassment.
“There are some ingredients in the kitchen. Want me to make you some mac and cheese?” Gregory asked softly.
Her fingers curled slightly. “No need.”
“Got it. I’ll make it now.” Gregory stood up. “Want me to add a couple of eggs?”
“I said I’m not eating,” Anathea coldly denied.
“Great, two eggs it is.” Gregory pulled two eggs from the fridge. “Do you want Spam?”
“Gregory, do you get some kind of thrill from being this annoying? Her tone held a hint of disdain.
He paused briefly, but his expression remained unchanged. “Alright, I’ll add some Spam.”
Anathea felt like his unusually agreeable attitude was wearing down her temper.
“Take a seat. It’ll be ready in a bit,” he said in the same warm tone while moving through the kitchen like he’d done it a thousand times before.
