Chapter 45

The moment the words left Jessica's lips, Gavin entered, carrying Chantelle in his arms. Jessica and Giselle looked up. Jessica was furious, but Giselle held her hand to calm her. At the doorway, Chantelle leaned on Gavin's shoulder and finally put her feet on the ground. "Sorry, I twisted my ankle. Gav was worried it might be serious, so he took me to get an X-ray." Jessica snorted heavily. "Perfect timing, twisting your ankle now." Chantelle tried hopping on one leg, but suddenly stumbled forward. Right behind her, Gavin quickly grabbed her arm with one hand and supported her waist with the other, effortlessly lifting her into a princess carry. "Don't push yourself." Chantelle's cheeks turned red. "I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me—I'm not Poppy." Gavin set Chantelle down on the couch and pulled a pack of pain relief patches from his pocket, handing them to Jessica. "Put this on her ankle.” Jessica took the pack, squatted, and asked, "Ms. Whitman, where does it hu