When the alcohol met the wound, Chris Fern hissed and frowned.
It hurt a lot.
But he just frowned, not making a sound.
Yolanda sighed. This young brother of hers had a very stubborn character.
He wouldn't admit when he was in pain and wouldn't share his troubles, even with his sister.
"Stay still, let me take care of your wound. Don't go against Mr. Cheney again, you'll be at a disadvantage. Don't you know his temperament?" Yolanda said lightly.
"I don't understand his feelings for this Jasmine!" Chris Fern said coldly, "Yolanda, you are prettier than Jasmine, gentler than Jasmine, and more sensible. In every way better than her. What is Mr. Cheney thinking?"
Chris Fern was frustrated, his tone harsh.
"Look at you, getting angry again." Yolanda said, "Stay still, I'm treating your wound."
Chris Fern closed his eyes and let Yolanda clean the blood off him.
Yolanda's eyes were filled with tenderness while she worked carefully.
