Ben Lucas suddenly stopped all his movements.
He turned his head away, avoiding looking at Harrison Lucas, missing the fleeting shame and pain on Chester's face.
Ben Lucas quickly suppressed his body's excessive reaction, picked up the ointment that fell on the bed, and placed it on the nightstand.
With a low, cold voice, the man said, "In the future... apply the ointment yourself, if you can't reach, you can ask the hotel's waitress for help."
Ben Lucas's dark, ink-black pupils looked elsewhere, not glancing at Harrison Lucas at all.
Harrison Lucas pulled up his clothes and sat up from the bed, seeing Ben Lucas looking aside, unwilling to spare him a glance.
Her dark eyes slightly trembled, almost shedding tears in that moment.
Yet she was, after all, a person trained by the military for many years. Even in such a desolate state, she refused to let a single tear fall.
