Sharmaine frowned at Denzel's insensitivity; her life was filled with recklessness up to this moment. She did everything for this man, but never did anything to her. If she hadn't escaped, then maybe she would have gotten a fast interrogation with Ivan, and possibly, even more.
Her ability to trust was completely shaken. It was ironic, she thought, the boss failed the employee. Worst of all, he did not seem concerned about what had happened. She even believed that she was used for pleasure.
Denzel gave a heavy sigh. "Hey, why do you have a lot of wounds on your face?"
She wanted to shout, because of your crazy admirer, but she couldn't. all she could do was to lie yet again. Sharmaine looked at him and then swallowed.
"I-I got scratched by the cat."
Denzel arched his brow upward. Sharmaine, for him, was a bad liar, but he bypassed it since Sharmaine did not look like she's comfortable with the topic.
"Then come," he said, reaching out for her wrist. She stared at his very "concerned" eyes; no words came out of her.
"Just come." He pulled her to the living room area and abruptly pushed her down on the couch.
"Stay there," he said, going back to his desk and opening the top most drawer. He reached for a tube of ointment and went back.
"Stay still." He sat down on the coffee table in front of Sharmaine and applied the ointment on her face scratches.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Sharmaine asked, appearing very oblivious.
"Applying ointment onto your scratches."
Sharmaine grunted and pushed his hand away. "You don't have to do that." She wanted to say, don't justify your faults by actions, to him.
"I need to," Denzel insisted. He applied even more ointment onto her face, "I have to."
"What do you mean?"
Denzel stopped for a moment before continuing. He hesitated his potential answers, which are merely excuses to rationalize his faults. Analyzing some of the deeper scratches on her face somehow made his heart sink.
"I'm just sorry, that's all."
Sharmaine was stunned by his words all of a sudden; it did not feel sincere, but it felt nice. "Wow, the high and mighty Denzel Suarez saying 'sorry' to his assistant? That's unexpected."
He squirmed at the immediate fact. "I'm still human after all."
"I wonder."
"Stop flattering yourself and get back to work. Also," he took the tube of ointment and slid it into Sharmaine's suit pocket, "Apply this two times a day."
After that, Denzel left to continue doing his work, leaving Sharmaine betrayed and puzzled. "He didn't even explain," she muttered, trying to hold back her tears.