"Okay!" Alexandre Montfort nodded in agreement.
Claire Wentworth heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Then I'll go get the needles. You can take a rest first. Acupuncture may cause a little discomfort."
With that, she turned and quickly left the room.
Leo promptly closed the door, turned back, and said with a worried look on his face,
"Master, this is really too risky."
"Which of my treatments hasn't been a risk?"
"But the young mistress is just a medical student who has been in college for two years. The investigation materials show that she has no foundation in acupuncture."
"She saved the old lady of the Dupont family today. At that time, she could tell the difference between pneumothorax and myocardial infarction at a glance." Alexandre Montfort replied.
Leo was momentarily speechless. After a moment of silence, he thought of another question,
"The young mistress's medical skills, hacking skills, and even her personality are completely different from what we investigated. Master, could she be..."
"Even if her identity is suspicious, as long as she can help me control my condition, I'm willing to accept it."
"But..."
"No buts." Alexandre Montfort interrupted Leo firmly.
His body had already been pronounced a death sentence by numerous experts. They claimed that he had at most three months left to live.
However, he still had many things to do. Three months was far from enough.
Now, someone said that they could slow down the deterioration of his body. Even if it might be a false hope, he still wanted to give it a try.
Even if she had ulterior motives and killed him with the needles on the spot, it would just mean that he died three months earlier.
Seeing that his master had made up his mind, Leo stopped dissuading and said, "Then I'll call Dr. Laurent to come and watch."
"Okay."
Leo opened the door and, to save time, jumped out of the window directly.
Claire was going to insert needles into the master. Since he didn't understand medicine, he would find a professional to come.
This would at least add an extra layer of guarantee.
Just as Leo rushed out, Sophie Chevalier's car drove into the villa.
Yesterday, Alexandre Montfort sent someone to take her back to the hospital, but she had no intention of staying there. She secretly slipped back when no one was paying attention.
On the other side.
Claire Wentworth had already taken the medicinal herbs she bought to the kitchen. After carefully explaining the decocting method to the chef in charge, she returned to Alexandre Montfort's room again.
She took out the acupuncture needles and soaked them in the disinfectant. Then she turned around and reached out to help Alexandre Montfort take off his clothes.
Alexandre Montfort noticed her intention. His face suddenly flushed, and he reached out to hold down his clothes,
"I'll do it myself."
Claire took a half - step back, looking surprised. Was Alexandre Montfort shy?
No way. The Young Master of Metropolis was actually shy?
Hehe, she must have been mistaken.
Seeing that he didn't need her help, Claire turned around and neatly arranged the utensils one by one, placing them by the bedside. Then she disinfected her hands and looked at Alexandre Montfort again.
Unexpectedly, beneath his slender exterior, after taking off his clothes...
He had well - defined pectoral and abdominal muscles. Every line seemed to be precisely carved, flowing smoothly like chocolate. It was perfect!
For a paraplegic person, it was really hard to imagine how he maintained such a figure.
Alexandre Montfort saw her eyes light up suddenly, and then she stared closely at him, looking him up and down.
His handsome face darkened immediately. Subconsciously, he reached out to pull up his clothes. Just then, Claire suddenly reached out and pressed on the side of his waist.
Her warm little hand pressed tightly against the skin of his waist, bringing him a sense of peace he had never experienced before.
The hand that had been pulling up his clothes slowly loosened.
She leaned over him, her eyes slightly narrowed in concentration, filled with a serious and thoughtful expression.
Her breath gently sprinkled on his face, fresh, sweet, and just right.
Alexandre Montfort slightly furrowed his brows.
For the first time, he felt that women could be such lovely creatures.
There had never been a shortage of women around him. Countless women tried every means to get into his bed, but none of them could get within three feet of him.
Because they exuded a turbid aura that made him feel suffocated. He would drive them away before they even got close.
Unlike her, even her breath was clear and sweet.
His eyes unconsciously softened.
Watching Claire's slightly pursed red lips getting closer and closer to him, an inexplicable anticipation welled up in his heart...
Claire carefully felt around for a long time and finally found the right position.
"Young Master Montfort, I'm going to insert the needles now. Please try to relax your muscles and don't resist!"
"Okay."
"If you feel pain, you must shout out. Understand?"
Alexandre Montfort: "..."
Claire glanced at him. "Shouting out doesn't mean you're not brave. It's just a feedback for me."
Alexandre Montfort: "..."
Claire smiled. "Can't Young Master Montfort shout?"
Instantly, Alexandre Montfort's face turned bright red.
"Really can't shout?" Claire looked astonished.
Sophie Chevalier, who was standing outside the door: "..."
Shout? Shout what?
Damn it, what on earth was this woman doing? Third brother was already in such a state, and she was still...
Was she that desperate?
Sophie Chevalier could no longer care about her image. She reached out and pushed the door forcefully.
The door opened with a bang.
Then she saw her third brother lying on the bed, bare - chested, looking like he was at someone's mercy.
And Claire was leaning over him, one hand still moving restlessly on his body.
Ahhh~~
Sophie Chevalier completely lost control.
She rushed to Claire's side like a gust of wind and pushed her away.
"Claire Wentworth, do you want to die?"
Claire frowned, looking at the utensils that Sophie Chevalier had almost knocked to the ground, and then at Alexandre Montfort, whose face was as gloomy as a thundercloud.
She reached out and pulled the blanket on the bed to cover his bare body.
Uh, it wasn't because she was afraid that Sophie Chevalier would see. After all, he was a patient, and if he caught a cold, it would be a hassle.
After covering Alexandre Montfort, she turned around and stared closely into Sophie Chevalier's eyes,
"I'm treating Young Master Montfort. Can't you see that?"
"Am I blind? Of course I can see what you're doing! Claire Wentworth, third brother is already like this. How could you do such a thing?"
Sophie Chevalier shouted angrily, with tears streaming down her face.
Claire was completely confused. Did emotions come so suddenly? As expected of an actress. She really admired it!
"Precisely because of his condition, I need to treat him even more."
Listen to this.
Did she think that her third brother couldn't resist, so she wanted to take advantage of him?
Sophie Chevalier was so angry that she raised her hand and slapped out, "Shameless!"
How could Claire let her hit her? She grabbed Sophie Chevalier's hand. "How am I shameless?"
Sophie Chevalier was so angry that she was trembling. She had seen shameless people, but never one as shameless as this. She had caught her red - handed, yet this woman still refused to admit it.
"Third brother is paraplegic. He can't do that kind of thing now... Ah, do you understand?"
That kind of thing... Ah?
Claire suddenly understood. She turned her head sharply to look at Alexandre Montfort.
Alexandre Montfort's face had turned as black as ink.
His two hands were clenched into fists, his thin lips tightly pursed, looking as if he wanted to bite someone to death.