"I I can do it myself," Ziana snapped stubbornly, her hands tightly gripping the first aid kit in her hand. But Zayden was quick to snatch it from her. She glared at him hearing his grumble.
"I am afraid you will spill the things and ruin my high-end car." Dipping the cotton swab in the antiseptic solution, Zayden continued, "And I can't charge a penniless person for its cleaning expenses."
Ziana scoffed at his rudeness. But before she could retort, he lifted her chin again with his index finger and her body stiffened.
"I don't need your help!" She grabbed his hand and tried to move his annoying finger away from her chin but his sharp glare stopped her. His looming red eyes slightly scared her, and she unconsciously released his hand.
"Open that mouth again and I will throw you out of this car." He warned lifting her chin again and she reluctantly obeyed. She hated to admit it but his intimidating look put her off and shut her mouth.
