Gianna arranged Harriet's way out before returning to the room with Kingsley.
Once back in her room, Gianna couldn't pretend anymore.
She flopped down on Kingsley's bed and said to Kingsley, "Go find a maid to help me check the whip
wound on my back. Your father is pretty ruthless."
"You know the pain now?" Kingsley walked over to her.
He was clearly still flirting with her.
Gianna didn't bother to talk to him.
She just wanted to get the whip wound on her back taken care of now.
Kingsley didn't say anything more and turned to leave.
Gianna thought he had gone to look for the maid, and did not ask more questions.
It wasn't until a moment later that she felt someone undressing her.
She turned around and saw Kingsley.
"What are you doing ... ah!" Because of the overreaction, Gianna tore the whip wound on her back, and
tears came out of her eyes in pain.
Looking at Gianna, Kingsley frowned and said somewhat seriously, "Don't move."
'Don't move? Then won't I be stripped naked by you?!'
"I asked you to call the maid to come and help me with my wounds, not you ..." Gianna felt that one day
she would really be pissed off at Kingsley.
Kingsley didn't listen to Gianna at all, but picked up the scissors and intended to cut off the clothes on
her back that were already stained with blood.
"Kingsley ..."
"If you move one more time, it will be your flesh that I will cut." After saying that, Kingsley deliberately
put the shiny scissors in front of her eyes.
Gianna gritted her teeth.
Damn it.
'You better not let me catch you in need of my help!'
Gianna held back her anger.
Then she felt a chill on her back.
She didn't have to think about it to know that her dress had been cut open by Kingsley.
Gianna's face was a little red.
She kept reassuring herself inwardly as if she had been watched by a dog.
But this dog was too damn serious.
After cutting open her clothes, he didn't move for a long time. All she felt was a glowing look on her
back.
"Kingsley!" Gianna was really getting mad again.
Before she met Kingsley, the number of times she lost control was zero.
Even when she was stabbed to death by Caesar, she just tried her best to endure.
But after she met Kingsley, the number of times she lost control was ... countless.
"Does it hurt?" Kingsley asked her suddenly, which contrasted sharply with her cranky voice.
His voice was warm, low, magnetic, and even with a hint of heartache.
Gianna had a bad temper.
She was about to lose her temper, but at this moment, she suddenly quieted down again.
She bit her lower lip and replied, "A little ... um."
Gianna's heart trembled.
Then she felt his soft lips as he gently kissed her back.
At the spot closest to her wound, he planted a heavy kiss.
Gianna's whole face was red.
No, no, it was definitely not just her face that was red at the moment.
Her ears, her neck, and even her whole body were red ...
She was suddenly like a cooked crab, which was completely at the mercy of others.
Kingsley's lips left her back.
At the moment he straightened up, he saw Gianna's flushed body ...
He couldn't help but smile softly. And his smile was ambiguous and seemed a little helpless.
He reached out and unhooked Gianna's bra.
"Ugh ..." Gianna's body obviously tensed up.
"Ms. Morris, don't worry. Even if I'm a bastard, I won't take advantage of you when you are injured."
Kingsley smiled playfully. Clearly, he was teasing her on purpose, "Even if I were to take advantage of
you, I would have to wait until you were well."
You rascal!
Gianna cursed to herself.
At this moment, Kingsley had also put all his attention on the bloody and hideous whip wound on
Gianna's white back.
He had suffered once before.
That pain was still fresh in my mind.
And she was desperate to bear it with her own body.
Although he knew what she was doing it for, he still felt heartbroken.
He took out a medical swab, dipped it in iodine, and held it to her whip wound, "Just hold back."
As soon as his words were finished, Gianna felt a tearing pain that made her whole back shake
involuntarily.
However, she also just bit her lower lip tightly and did not make a sound.
Kingsley, of course, knew she was in pain.
So, he was as gentle as he could be and disinfected her slowly.
The room suddenly became very quiet.
Gianna was sweating profusely.
For fear of hurting her, Kingsley was too careful and also made himself sweaty.
Little by little, time passed.
Kingsley disinfected Gianna and then applied a special ointment to Gianna's back.
"It’s cold ..." Gianna couldn't help but cry out.
While applying the ointment, she didn't feel so painful.
But it was so cold that it made her back start to get goosebumps.
"It'll be fine in a minute," Kingsley said gently.
His voice was so warm that she felt as if her body had warmed up.
At that moment, she literally felt like a big warm hand was gently stroking her back.
"Kingsley!" Gianna gritted her teeth.
Did she let him touch her?
"I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, so I am warming you up."
Get the hell out of here!
If it weren't for the fear of tearing the wound on her back, she really might have jumped up and fought
with Kingsley.
However, Kingsley seemed to chuckle.
His big warm hand left her back.
At the moment his hand left, Gianna, however, suddenly felt empty and a sense of reluctance.
But she didn't say anything.
After Kingsley finished applying the medicine, he dressed her wound again.
After doing everything, Kingsley gently covered Gianna with the quilt and said, "You should not wear
clothes for now, let alone a bra. I will apply the medicine again for you in the evening. You can dress
tomorrow according to the recovery of the wound."
So she had to be so naked in his bed now and would have to be naked in his bed tonight ...
"I'm not interested in a woman who can't move a muscle in bed."
Shit.
She really wanted to strangle him.
Gianna closed her eyes.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Kingsley looked at Gianna and laughed gently.
He organized the medical kit and put it right in the room.
Then he laid down on the couch next to her and stayed with her.
He didn't say a word or even play with his phone. He just rested his hands on the back of his head and
looked at the ceiling above his head in a daze.
When Gianna reopened her eyes, she saw Kingsley lying there.
He was slender and it seemed a little cramped when he was lying on the couch.
Of course, she was not so kind as to let him lie on the bed.
In any case, they were not that close to each other.
Besides, she was injured in his house, so he should also take some responsibility for it.
She said, "Is that why you're moving out of the Walker family to live on your own?"
Kingsley blinked and turned his head to look at Gianna.
"Because you knew Florence liked you, so you moved out."
She didn't understand at first why Kingsley was so indifferent to Florence, whom the whole family
favored. Now she probably knew it.
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