"Nathan Redgrave?"
"Yeah. Can you believe it? He's already married to Hannah Hale, but he's still such a scumbag, messing around with some other woman. I got so mad I slapped her, and then he pushed me."
Seeing how worried he was, Laura Lowell smiled and snuggled into Aiden Shaw's arms. "But don't you worry. It doesn't hurt at all. It'll be fine in a few days."
To Aiden Shaw, even the slightest injury to this girl was a major crisis.
"Are you hurt anywhere else? I'll go get the first-aid kit."
"It's just my arm. I don't really need any ointment; the bruise will fade in a few days."
"No. Go wait on the bed."
Aiden Shaw nuzzled Laura Lowell's still-damp hair, then went to a nearby cabinet and took out the first-aid kit.
Laura Lowell obediently sat on the bed and held out her injured arm, letting Aiden Shaw apply the ointment.
