Zara
I opened my eyes to examine it.
Taking out a white bandage, he began wrapping it around my leg to warm it. His dexterous hands worked smoothly, and a few wrinkles appeared on his forehead, expressing concentration. His gaze was completely focused on my leg.
"The bandage will keep her warm..." Was he trying to make small talk because everyone knew what the bandage was wrapped around the sprained ankle for?
Anyone would have thought he was such a caring guy if they saw him. But in reality, he was some kind of ruthless Alpha or something.
But no one was watching him here. So why? Why did he explode in the bathroom like the end of the world?
Of course! If anything happened to me under his roof, especially in his room or bathroom, the blame would fall on him, and his impeccable reputation would be in jeopardy.
Angered by the thought, I removed my aching leg from his lap, interrupting the bandaging process.
