Chapter 72

Reagan crouched down and picked up the ointment. He glanced at the label under the moonlight before fixing his gaze on Giselle. "What happened?" Feeling slightly embarrassed, she said, "I accidentally slipped in the bathroom and twisted my ankle." He frowned. "Come here." She didn't move. "It's getting late. I should go home." Reagan walked straight up to her and scooped her into his arms without warning. Feeling a rush of dizziness, Giselle instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. He carried her to a nearby stone bench and gently set her down. He then crouched in front of her. "Let me have a look." How could she possibly let another man touch her? Giselle immediately shook her head. "There's no need for that. I'll apply the ointment on my own when I get home later. It'll be fine tomorrow." Reagan stayed where he was and said hoarsely, "This ointment needs to be rubbed in firmly. Is your man home?" Giselle pursed her lips. "I can do it myself." He asked, "Do you have