"I won't." Zoe Yale looked at his handsome face, bruised and battered, and choked up as soon as she spoke.
"Charles White, I'm sorry..."
"Don't apologize to me. All I want is to marry you. I don't care even if your father beats me up again." Charles White quickly explained, speaking so fast that he tugged at the wound on his mouth, inhaling sharply in pain.
"The doctor told you to rest, so stop talking and let the nurse apply the medicine." Zoe Yale was about to get up when Charles White stubbornly held onto her wrist.
The meaning in his eyes was very clear.
He didn't want a nurse; he only wanted her...
"Then lie down, don't move. I'll ask the nurse how to do it and learn." Zoe Yale, distressed, wrung out a hot towel to wipe his face.
Following the nurse's instructions, she first disinfected his wound and then used a cotton swab to gently apply ointment on it.
