"HOW are you? Are you in pain? If you can't, go home and rest. I'll just call a private nurse," Gilbert said with a hint of concern for the woman.
Cherry was stunned by what she heard. Her heart beat faster and she couldn't explain her feelings. Why was she the one worrying about him when she was the one who was sick?
After a few seconds, Cherry shook her head and replied. "I-I'm fine. Nothing else was found in the examination."
Gilbert stretched out a hand and gently stroked Cherry's chin with his index finger. "You have a scratch. Didn't you put ointment on it yet?"
Cherry's face heated at the man's action so she turned her face away from him. "I-It's just a scratch. Y-You need no more medicine."
Gilbert looked at the woman and arched his eyebrows when he noticed her entire face was turning red. "You're blushing. Why? Is that how my touch affects you?"
