Chapter 632

Oliver settled onto the couch as Josefina pulled out her first-aid kit.

"Oliver, why didn't you go to the hospital? What if I wasn't home? Who would have taken care of you?"

Despite his pale face, Oliver flashed a cheeky grin. "I knew my Josie would be here. We're connected, remember?"

Josefina was at a loss for words.

She reached for the anesthesia, but Oliver grabbed her hand. "Josie, it's just a scratch. No need for that."

"Are you nuts, Oliver? You're not afraid of a little pain?"

"Pain's good. It'll make sure I never forget what happened today."

Josefina rolled her eyes.

Ignoring his antics, she stuffed a thick wad of gauze into his mouth and grabbed a bright flashlight to get a clearer view of the wound.

"Let's get that shirt off you," she said, eyeing his clothes.

Helping Oliver sit up, she carefully peeled his shirt away.

Once he was shirtless, Josefina laid a cashmere throw on the couch for him to lie down on.

She then eyed Oliver's belt, realizing it would have to come off for her to properly tend to the wound.

The thought made her cheeks and ears—burn with embarrassment.

Oliver seemed to catch on to her discomfort and chuckled. "Josie, I thought doctors were supposed to look past all that? Don't overthink it, just follow the usual procedure."

Josefina shot him a glare. "I'm not touching your belt. You can handle that yourself if you're so capable."

Oliver didn't push her. Instead, he effortlessly unbuckled his belt.

The sound echoed in Josefina's ears, sending her thoughts racing...

She tugged his pants down just a bit, revealing that enticing Adonis belt.

The sight made Josefina's face flush with a rare emotion she hadn't felt in a patient's presence before.

She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.

Damn, Oliver's physique was indeed something to marvel at, making it hard for Josefina not to stare in awe.

Under the soft glow of the room's lighting, Oliver watched Josefina crouched by the coucher S seemed to glow, her eyelashes fluttering - she was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Josie, once I'm healed, I promise you'll get an even closer look at my Adonis belt. How about that?"

Snapping back to reality, Josefina

exhaled sharply. "Oliver, keep it, professional. I'm about to extract a

bullet here so you better

Keep quiet."

Oliver complied silently.

and

The procedure went on without any anesthesia, yet Oliver didn't make a sound, almost as if he were asleep.

Afterwards, Josefina sprinkled some homemade antiseptic on the

and adjusted Oliver's pillow, b

to make f

more comfortable.

As she stood up to leave, Oliver caught her hand.

"Oliver, let go. You want to reopen that wound and have me fix you up all over again?"

Reluctantly, Oliver let her hand go, his voice hoarse. "Josie, I'm thirsty."

"I'll get you some water," she said, fetching a straw to make it easier for him to drink.

Oliver looked pitiful. "Josie, lying down like this, I might choke and cough, which could tear the wound."

She considered this. "Alright, I'll help you sit up then."

As Oliver's dark, gem-like eyes locked onto hers, he whispered seductively, "Josie, why don't you feed me?"

"I'll just grab a spoon," Josefina said, misunderstanding.

But Oliver caught her hand again, his voice smooth and magnetic. "Silly, I meant with your mouth."