Below The Wrist

How could she be brave? She was obviously extremely bold! Frank gritted his teeth, his sharp jawline tightening. He glared at Lucille with his dark, deep eyes. Lucille's expression did not change. She took out a wrist pillow from her medicine chest and placed it on Frank's wrist. She then turned to look at Master Walton. "Master, you can feel his pulse now." Master Walton's hands trembled inexplicably. This was no longer a matter of whether he should feel the pulse or not, but a task that he did not dare to do. Seeing this, Lucille simply said, "Master, take a rest. I'll do it." Master Walton could not help but nod immediately. "Okay, come here." Frank's face darkened, and three words were uttered through his teeth. "How dare you!" Lucille stepped forward and stretched out her hand to touch Frank's pulse. Anyway, he could not move. Not convinced? Bite me then! Frank's face was ice-cold. He had wanted to ask her subordinates to throw the young lady and the old man out, but before he cou