"Enna, please raise your left hand a little. Yes, gently. If it hurts, stop. I primarily want to see how your bones are healing."
Enna Clark followed his advice and gently lifted her injured hand. It strained the wound on her shoulder halfway, causing pain that she tautly held in at the corner of her lips.
Just as she wanted to try again, her arm was forcefully lowered by someone else.
"Find another way to check!" A domineering command!
Adam Sinclair was genuinely helpless this time, grumbling, "You won't let me perform a CT scan, and you won't allow me to touch. What can I do? I don't have X-ray vision to see through clothes."
Baron Lawrence narrowed his eyes, and from within them, a deep possessiveness emerged. His voice firm as a cold winter's night, "If you had X-ray vision, I'd take you to the Military District for them to dig out and research."
"..." Enna Clark was silently speechless at his side. That was just like him! So simple, so forceful!
