Chapter 67

Scarlett softly coaxed him again and again, her voice never faltering. This was probably the most patient she had ever been in her life. Not even in her past life, when she had seven older brothers, had she ever coddled anyone like this. She kept going until her throat went dry. Finally, Xavier's heavy eyelids slowly lowered, his breathing gradually becoming steady and deep. Scarlett stopped patting his chest and quietly reached for her acupuncture needle kit from the bag. But even in sleep, he was restless. His brows were tightly furrowed, his body still wracked with pain. She opened the kit and placed it within easy reach. Then, with one hand, she began unbuttoning his hospital gown, revealing a large section of his chest, which was bruised and dark purple. The sight was shocking. Scarlett sucked in a breath. Her brows furrowed tightly. He was this badly injured and still had the nerve to walk around? She was so angry she didn't even know what to say. She glared up at him, then