Chapter 64
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You said your thigh is injured.”
In the office, Willow sat in her chair; her captivating eyes appeared skeptical as they focused on the handsome man before her.
Arthur adjusted his gold–rimmed glasses. Despite his blood–stained pants, it didn’t affect his air of elegance
ce and nobleness.
“Yeah, my thigh hurts; it should be a serious injury. My ankle also hurts, and there’s slight discomfort in my chest. But other than that, there doesn’t seem to be anything else.”
Joseph stood beside him, looking apologetic. “It’s all my fault, Arthur. Had I not acted rashly and engaged in a road rage, we wouldn’t have been here now…!!
Arthur had drunk quite a bit that night, and Joseph didn’t let the chauffeur drive. Instead, he wanted to drive Arthur’s Range Rover to send him home.
On the way, he encountered a road rage incident. He and the other driver chased each other, putting on a show of speed and passion. As a result, they got into a car accident.
He was safe from injuries, but because Arthur wasn’t wearing a seatbelt in the backseat, he was directly flung out of the open window. As luck would have it, he injured his thigh.
Had it been the spot further up, Arthur would’ve had to consider adoption in the future.
Willow stood up, instructing Joseph, “Please step out while I run an examination on him.”
“Are you sure you can do it?” Joseph was skeptical.
The woman before him was young and beautiful. Of course, she was pleasant to the eyes, but she didn’t really inspire confidence.
Usually, experienced doctors were bald, worn out, and unattractive, which made one feel at ease.
Willow was unamused. “Feel free to ask for another doctor if you’re unsure of my abilities.”
By then, Arthur piped up. “Please head out, Joseph.”
Obediently, Joseph exited the office and closed the door.
While putting on the gloves, Willow arrived at Arthur’s feet and asked, “Which leg?”
“The right one.” His voice was tender. “Thank you for your service, Ms. Quade.”
She was taken aback. “Do you know me?”
“Well, your name tag has your name. Besides…” His eyes sparkled ever–so–slightly. “I’ve met you once at a banquet. Your father is Ronald, Wilson’s second uncle, right?”
“Yeah.” Willow’s exquisite face revealed a faint smile. “I rarely attend any banquets, yet you remembered me. Your last name is
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Collinsworth. Is your family operating a restaurant business in Nocturna?”
“You’re right.”
“Are you close with Justin Farrow, then?”
Arthur nodded. “Yeah. Are you friends with him, too?”
He never knew.
Holding a pair of scissors, Willow cut through his black trousers. As the scissors grazed over his femoral artery, her expression turned somewhat cold. “No, but I don’t like him.”
“Well, now that I think about it, I’m not that close with Justin.”
She didn’t respond; instead, she noticed a deep cut on his thigh.
The scissors had cut through his trousers up to the groin, and the wound was spreading upward. As she made another cut, Arthur felt a chill in his groin.
“Damn,” she muttered.
“What’s wrong?”
“I accidentally cut your underwear…”
He maintained his calmness. “Yeah, the wound is quite long.”
“I almost cut something else.”
Willow’s tone was calm, but Arthur couldn’t help but instinctively squeeze his legs together. A faint flush appeared on his handsome face. The air was thick with an awkward tension.
She narrowed her eyes, blew on the scissors, then lifted his pant leg. Seeing the hair on his calf, she smiled and said, “I’m surprised you have quite a bit of body hair, considering your polished and gentle appearance.”
Catching her double entendre, he stared at her and refuted, “I thought you only looked unprofessional, but it turns out your words are just as
bad.”
