Faye dragged Tessa Caldwell out of the kitchen and into the living room, then fetched the small medicine kit from under the coffee table.
Tessa Caldwell watched him silently, his gaze lowered, eyelashes thick and long, distinctly separated, yet feeling like winter icicles. Why was Faye angry?
It was her hand that got hurt, not his.
Was he actually concerned about her?
Tessa Caldwell felt a bit confused; regarding Faye, she was already somewhat baffled but dared not ask, as the angry Faye inexplicably sent chills through her body.
"Ah!" She suddenly snapped back to reality and let out a cry.
Faye was applying medication to her with a cotton swab, but he wasn't gentle. Tessa Caldwell kept exclaiming "Ouch, ouch," her hand shrinking back, "It hurts, it hurts!"
But she couldn't pull away, as Faye held her hand firmly, his lips tightly pressed, facial lines tense, cold as ice: "It has to hurt a bit for you to remember, don't move!"
