Chapter 18 - The CEO and His Personal Doctor 18

Liesa really wanted to smack this brat. But as a professional doctor, she reminded herself not to harm her patient. Liesa thought stubbornly.

Angus clearly had no intention of helping. Liesa lowered her head and rummaged through the first-aid kit until she found what she needed.

When she glanced at the floor covered with broken glass, she frowned. she thought.

So, Liesa grabbed a bottle of alcohol and a pair of tweezers in one hand. Cotton balls and gauze went into the other.

She started to stand up but had been squatting too long and skipped two meals. The moment she stood, darkness rushed across her vision.

The room spun violently. By the time Liesa struggled out of the dizzy haze, she realized she was sitting on Angus's lap.

"…Mr. Romano," Liesa said weakly, still holding the medical supplies in the air. "I feel like I should explain something." She tried to move twice, attempting to stand. Instead, the movement looked... strangely suggestive.

Liesa's heart slowly sank. she thought bitterly.

Angus said nothing. His face remained expressionless as he took the supplies from her hands. "Mr. Romano…" Liesa said cautiously. she wondered.

"Be quiet," Angus said impatiently.

Liesa immediately shut her mouth.

Once the strength returned to her legs, she prepared to stand again. Suddenly—something cool touched her ear. Liesa froze. She turned her head in surprise. Angus was holding a piece of gauze against her ear.

"There's no glass inside," Angus said indifferently.

Liesa let out an awkward smile, not in any rush to move just yet. She watched as Angus tossed the blood-stained gauze into the trash, then gathered up all the dry cotton balls. He dumped a generous amount of alcohol on them until the whole mass of cotton was soaked.

A bad feeling slowly crept over her.

Liesa tensed, her body instinctively trying to pull away. She quietly shifted her right foot toward the door. "Mr. Romano, you're supposed to use the tweezers for the cotton balls," she said calmly. "Holding it with your hands can transfer bacteria, and I may not be able to use such a big cotton ball."

"Don't move," Angus said, his tone as unreadable as ever.

Liesa thought, There was no way she could stay still. As soon as her foot made contact with the ground, she was ready to get up—but before she could even make a move, Angus had already anticipated her plan. One hand firmly gripped her waist, while the other shoved the cotton ball against her ear.

"Mr. Romano..." Liesa tried again, but her voice faltered as his grip tightened.

The tension in the air was palpable, but the corners of Angus's lips twitched, though he said nothing. Liesa could feel the heat rise in her cheeks. She wasn't sure whether it was the alcohol stinging her ear or his proximity that made her flush.

She thought,

"Ow..." The sudden sting of alcohol against her wound made Liesa hiss. She shut her eyes, gritting her teeth as the sharp pain lingered. When the burning sensation faded, she relaxed slightly and gave a weak protest. "This wound was for saving you, Mr. Romano. Couldn't you be a little gentler?"

"No need," Angus said coolly. With practiced hands, he wiped the blood from her ear before shoving her away, showing no mercy. "Put the band-aid on yourself."

Liesa landed softly on the floor. For a moment, she was at a loss for words.  Either way, she wasn't sure which one stung more.

She glanced at Angus's impassive face, then sighed after a long pause. "I didn't want to stick my nose in, but that cup was headed straight for your face. If I hadn't blocked it, I'd have taken the hit, and you—well, Mr. Romano, you might have ended up with permanent scars. I was just trying to be helpful."

Angus listened to her calmly, his expression still unchanging. "Why does it concern you?"

<...Nice shot, kid.> Liesa smiled faintly, grabbing a band-aid before heading to the bathroom. She applied it in front of the mirror and returned to find Angus still sitting exactly where she left him.

She hesitated for a moment, about to speak, but her stomach growled loudly. Angus's brow furrowed as he looked at her. Liesa gave an awkward laugh. "I'm a little hungry."

Ten minutes later, after the glass shards were cleaned up, the two sat across from each other, a generous breakfast spread out on the table between them.

Liesa hadn't eaten since the night before. While she managed to maintain her composure, her hands moved quickly, efficiently finishing the meal in front of her. Once done, she smiled at Angus.

"Mr. Romano, your coffee's getting cold," she said, offering a gentle reminder.

Angus glanced at her, then picked up the cup and took a couple of sips. He made no move to touch the rest of his breakfast. Liesa couldn't help but show a hint of concern. "Aren't you going to eat something? You might upset your stomach if you don't."

"I'm not hungry," Angus replied irritably. Since the accident, he had lost interest in most things, including eating. If it weren't for the need to maintain basic strength, he wouldn't even bother with a sip of coffee.