Adam Sinclair saw Olivia Lewis's indifferent expression and maliciously switched to another cotton swab, dipping more disinfectant alcohol and applying it to her wound.
"Hiss——"
Olivia Lewis winced in pain, trying to pull her hand back, but before she could, he firmly pressed it down, "Don't move!"
"Damn, you're doing this on purpose!" She's not stupid; maybe she didn't notice the first time, but after two consecutive times of him purposely pouring so much alcohol on her wound, if she still didn't notice, she might as well be blind.
Adam Sinclair tightly held her hand that was trying to pull back, righteously lifting his eyelids, "No, your arm was scratched by nails, and I have to use alcohol to disinfect it for you to prevent infection. Do you want to risk an infection and get a scar?"
Scar...
Those two words hit Olivia Lewis where it hurts.
As a competent star, she definitely didn't want any scars on her body.
