Chapter 569 Wesley, the Faux Gentleman

Emelie carefully applied the ointment onto Wesley's wound with a medical cotton swab, gently spreading it from the edges toward the bleeding area. She was being careful. "It's not the same at all," she said. Wesley felt her touch, which was as light as a feather, brushing against him. It didn’t hurt, but it did tickle a bit. He looked at her reflection in the glass. Her head was lowered, and she had a focused and serious look. He didn’t press her about what was different. Perhaps she meant that a wound on oneself felt different from a wound on someone else. Meanwhile, what he thought about was how she had once been a young, delicate girl. However, she had experienced so much over the past decade, so much so that she had even consented for an abortion surgery. Thus, she was no longer scared of such minor injuries. Wesley frowned as he recalled the events. Emelie thought she might have hurt him and bent down to gently blow on the wound. Wesley found it amusing, considering he w