Luke Land gently took her hand away from her forehead and looked down, seeing a large swollen and reddened patch.
She was very close to him, his large hand gently massaging her forehead, and he blew on it, cool and soothing.
"Let's go, get in the car first, I'll take you to the pharmacy to buy some ointment, applying it might make it better."
"No need, it's just a small injury."
Luke Land didn't care, insisting on taking her, leaving the crowd of executives standing there, looking at each other in dismay.
Luke Land went to the nearest pharmacy, walked in, bought a tube of swelling-reducing ointment, and quickly returned to the car.
He tore open the ointment's package, and with a cotton swab, carefully applied the medicine for her, his actions seamless and skillful.
Eva Miller winced from the sting of the medication, involuntarily knitting her brows, and Luke Land, noticing this, softened his movements unconsciously.
