Edward Stephens was scolded by her, so he stopped asking questions.
"Miss Ginger, the first aid kit has been brought to you."
The servant carefully brought the first aid kit over to Daisy Ginger.
Daisy Ginger silently reached out to take the kit, found the burn ointment and alcohol wipes inside, and then looked up at Edward Stephens, saying: "Give me your hand."
The man looked at her for a few moments and slowly offered his burned hand to Daisy Ginger.
His hands were long and slender, with well-defined knuckles. He was good-looking, and even his fingers were flawless. The wound on his palm, caused by Daisy Ginger, hadn't stopped bleeding. Its edges were burned, giving an unsightly, charred appearance that made one frown.
Daisy Ginger, expressionless, cleaned the edges of his wound with an alcohol wipe. The man sat there motionless, as if the hand wasn't his at all.
Soon, the wipe was stained red with blood.
Daisy Ginger switched to another one and continued cleaning.
