Unlike before, the aura emanating from his body seemed to lose its previous cold sharpness in an instant. His gaze was deep when looking at her hand, carrying a sense of tenderness, though the strength he used to help her wash her hands was not gentle.
"Does it hurt to wash?"
Howard Geoffrey suddenly spoke, yet his tone was warm and gentle.
Rebecca Quentin dumbly nodded, "Yes."
Upon hearing Rebecca's response, Howard seemed satisfied and pulled Rebecca up.
As she stood up, Rebecca stumbled and almost fell, fortunately catching hold of Howard.
Once she was standing steadily, Rebecca withdrew her hand and realized her hand was not only washed red but also slightly swollen, with a stinging pain on the back of her hand.
The pain on the back of her hand made Rebecca grumble unhappily, "What are you, crazy..."
Howard gazed intently at Rebecca for a moment, then suddenly pulled her into his arms, clasping her head.
