Jeffrey Foster, upset, wore a stern expression, exuding an invisible pressure.
The embarrassment Isabelle Martin felt from seeing a man's body for the first time was diluted by the oppressive aura Jeffrey Foster emitted, like being splashed with ice water on a winter day, calming her significantly.
"I'm sorry." She realized her previous words were inappropriate, lowered her head, and apologized softly.
Jeffrey Foster sensed the fear in the person before him, worsening his mood, and spoke with annoyance, "Do you want to help me or not? If not, then move aside."
His words carried a bit of bluntness, causing Isabelle to frown slightly, a layer of grievance rising within her. She wanted to leave this indifferent man, but seeing his red and swollen toes starting to bruise, she suppressed her emotions and said, "I'll help you."
After speaking, she didn't care if Jeffrey was still shirtless, and professionally and swiftly tended to his injury.
