Alexander snapped back to reality, blinked his eyes, and suppressed all the negative emotions. His hand resumed its motion, now even gentler than before. As he diligently applied the ointment, he blew lightly.
The ointment was already cool, and with this gentle breeze, the entire wounded area became refreshingly cold, significantly reducing the pain.
Isabella leaned back on the sofa, watching the man earnestly applying the medicine. A smile, unnoticed even by herself, curved her lips.
After finishing the medicine, Alexander looked at her still-reddened palm. Suddenly, he lowered his head, and his lips lightly touched the slender fingers of Isabella.
Isabella: !!!
She quickly sat upright, pulling her hand back.
"What... what are you doing?" Isabella's voice stumbled again, her face growing warm.
Alexander raised his head, wearing an innocent and confused expression, looking at her with a hint of urgency. "Kiss, kiss, hoo-hoo, and the pain will go away."
Isabella had naturally heard a lot of adults consoling children, saying things like a kiss or a blow would make the pain disappear.
So, was he applying this trick to her?
Isabella couldn't help but find it amusing. It was indeed something only this little cutie could come up with. She almost thought...
Isabella brushed away the messy thoughts in her mind.
Alexander seemed a bit anxious, approaching to grab Isabella's hand. "Kiss, kiss, want a kiss."
Isabella: ...
Really! This phrase could easily lead to misunderstandings.
Blushing, she coaxed, "I'm not in pain anymore, no need for a kiss."
Alexander paused in pulling Isabella's hand. "Really?"
"Yeah, yeah!" Isabella nodded continuously, like a little chicken pecking at grains.
A subtle smile flashed in Alexander's eyes.
With her blushing face, she looked cute.
He really wanted to give her a kiss.
His gaze fell discreetly on Isabella's rosy cheek. Just a touch of his finger like this, what if he gave her a kiss?
Forget it, just wait for the next time.
Isabella steadied Alexander, allowing him to go to the study and read. She breathed a sigh of relief.
Back in the living room, Isabella sat on the sofa, gazing at her hand. Her eyes revealed a complex and unreadable expression.
Today, when she caught the billboard, it felt exceptionally easy, as if the billboard in her hand were feather-light. She effortlessly pushed it away, not like the instantaneous burst of force the doctor described.
Isabella recalled the kitchen door from before and the night of the wedding when Daniel fell to the ground with just a gentle push from her. Could it be...
Had she become a strongwoman?
Isabella looked at the coffee table in front of her, lifted her hand, and slapped it hard.
A crisp and loud sound!
After a moment of stunned silence, she yelled, "Ouch!"
In the study, Alexander heard the painful scream from the living room. He stood up abruptly from the wheelchair. As if just realizing his condition, he coldly sat back down, pushing the wheelchair and quickly leaving the room.
In the living room, Isabella held her hand, blowing on it continuously.
Alexander appraised Isabella from head to toe, making sure there was nothing else wrong. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief, pushed the wheelchair over, grabbed Isabella's hand, and saw that the wound, which had clearly stopped bleeding, was starting to drip blood again.
What on earth had she done?
Alexander's gaze swept to the bloodstains on the coffee table. What had she done to herself?
Isabella felt embarrassed. After all, it was her own fault. She pulled back her hand. "I'm fine, just accidentally bumped it."
Unable to do anything about her, Alexander took out the ointment again and helped her apply it.
Isabella didn't dare to speak, sitting obediently. She looked at the table covered in bloodstains, her mind constantly pondering. Had she really become a strongwoman?