"Bear with it a little longer, I'll apply some disinfectant alcohol for you," Enna Clark said softly, as she found the disinfectant alcohol in the medicine box and dabbed it on his broken skin with a cotton swab.
Baron Lawrence's hands were very attractive, with a slender and strong build, and long, thin fingers. However, at this moment, the knuckles seemed a bit swollen, especially around the broken skin, where the swelling was more apparent.
There was no need to think about it; it was definitely because he dragged it out last night, refusing to treat the wound, causing slight inflammation.
If she hadn't used the disinfectant to remove the bacteria-filled scabs, his hand wound wouldn't heal in ten days to half a month.
Enna tried to be as gentle as possible, not to hurt him. Baron Lawrence didn't react much, so she couldn't tell if her movements were gentle or not.
