The next second, Benjamin Parker deftly pushed the car door open and hopped out, respectfully opening the rear door.
Amelia, who sat on the outer side, raised her leg to step out, but when she turned around, she saw the man still sitting inside, slowly pulling on the other sleeve with his head bowed.
Moreover, his shirt buttons had somehow come undone, revealing a vast expanse of chest. The pale skin stood sharply against the black coat.
Amelia's breath hitched, and her delicate brows furrowed in annoyance.
This man was doing it on purpose, she thought; his shirt had been perfectly fine when she said she wanted to check his wound.
Though irritation spilled from her heart, she bent over and climbed back into the car on account of him being injured on her behalf.
Daniel Cooper watched the woman's return, her small figure both cross and charming, and his face slowly broke into a smile of indulgence and helplessness.
