Chapter 95

It was unexpectedly hot in the room. Olivia's lashes twitched, and she glanced at Jasper. He lowered his gaze. A serious expression crossed his face, followed by light and careful movements, as if she were a fragile, priceless jewel. She froze. It didn't make sense. At a time like this, she couldn't understand who he was trying to impress with that display of affection. The moment he lifted the bandage, a sudden sting made her let out a cry. She quickly swallowed her cry, but her hand clenched onto the bedsheet without realizing it. Her pale hand rested on the gray sheets, making her skin look fairer and more delicate. His fingertips curled briefly, and he shifted his gaze quickly. Her eyes widened as she saw the bottle of hydrogen peroxide in his hand. "Isn't there anything else?" "No," he answered. She froze, realizing a moment too late that his voice was slightly huskier than before. Seeing that he was opening the cap of the bottle, she didn't have the presence of