Bridget was holding a piece of cotton in her hand, standing right in front of Matthew who was sitting on his chair.
"This might sting a little," Bridget whispered as she super gently started cleaning the little cut that she found bleeding in Matthew's forehead.
Matthew just closed his eyes and let the beautiful woman do whatever she had to do to his forehead.
After they finished cleaning the cut, Bridget grabbed a little plaster and placed it on the male's forehead. "And you are done."
Quickly Bridget gathered the first aid box and placed it on the side before holding Matthew's hand so that both of them could walk to the balcony and have some fresh air.
Matthew took a deep breath and rested his arms on the railing, he could feel that Bridget was right next to him and resting on the railing too. "How did it happen?"
The one who suddenly asked this question was Bridget.
