Scarlett Yates furrowed her brow in confusion.
How could this be?
Wasn't the concentration of this alcohol high enough?
Not seeing Matthew Saxon suffering, she couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.
Unwilling to give up, she took a bandage and wrapped it around his palm again and again, finally tying a large butterfly knot.
After pulling the butterfly knot tight, she clapped her hands, raised her head, and with a knowing smile, asked him, "Second Young Master, I've treated the wound. Are you satisfied?"
Matthew Saxon looked down and observed, a faint smile on his lips. After a brief silence, he nodded and said, "Not bad, quite original."
"So, you're very satisfied?" Scarlett blinked, tidying up the bandage-made bow once more. After her meticulous adjustments, the bow looked even larger and more conspicuous.
Matthew shifted his gaze from the huge bow on his hand to her mischievously smiling face for a few seconds, then suddenly bent down and lightly kissed her forehead.
