Fingertips were slightly cool, but their movements were very gentle.
The creamy ointment slowly spread over the bruise.
A clean medicinal fragrance wafted through the air as Arabella Vanderbilt tightly gripped the thin blanket beneath her, never looking up.
"Why aren't you speaking anymore? Weren't you quite talkative just now? Hm?"
A warm breath sprayed on her ear, and a low, melodious voice was just inches away.
Arabella Vanderbilt hurried to sit up, but a large hand clamped down on her waist.
"Don't move."
The heat from that palm made Arabella's nerves tense; her body stiffened as Joel Russo's voice once more rose from behind her ear.
"Wait until the ointment dries before getting up."
Arabella Vanderbilt didn't continue to move, and after a while, her somewhat muffled voice slowly emerged.
"Sorry, I... misunderstood you just now."
Low chuckles filled the air, followed soon by the rustling of clothes as Joel Russo straightened up.
"A bandit?"
"...Sorry."
