Chapter 71

Inside the curtain, the space was tight. Derrick rolled his wheelchair a little closer. The distance between him and Melanie shrank instantly. Melanie's heart pounded like a drum, her breath quickening. Why did he come so close? She bit her lip. What if he tried to kiss her? Should she hit him? His devastatingly handsome face filled her eyes, growing larger and larger. She clenched the ointment tube in her hand, the cream squeezing out uncontrollably. Derrick leaned close to her ear, his voice like a draft sweeping through a corridor. "Do you want them to know I'm not Louisa's father?" She was caught off guard. The cool ointment made her shiver slightly, a soft gasp escaping her as she quickly turned her gaze away from his. She exhaled and held out the ointment. "Th-then, thank you." Turning around, she bent over the bed. She couldn't tell if it was the ointment or his fingertip that was cold. As he spread it across her back, her body trembled for no reason. At last, he move