Chapter 80

Yasmin had seen similar scenes in short videos before. She had laughed at them, thinking that they

were hilarious. The idea that one day such an incident would happen to her never crossed her

mind.

Being directly involved, she didn’t see any humor in the situation and felt genuinely wretched about

being in that position.

“Didn’t

“Didn’t you say you’re sorry?” asked Blake with a straight face. “If you’re truly sorry, then

show it with some substantial care, not just empty words.”

Under his stern gaze, Yasmin felt a bit embarrassed.

“I really do want to apologize sincerely,” she said.

“Then help me apply the ointment.”

Yasmin was speechless for a while. Then, as if she had figured something out, she carefully asked,

“Do you seriously want me to help you apply the ointment?”

Blake snorted and turned his head away.

“Okay.”

– her courage,:

extended her hand toward the waistband of his pants. He was

donned in today’s suit pants, but a section of the pant leg had been removed to

accommodate the cast.

“What are you doing?” he asked, looking over.

She gripped the zipper with her fingers, her face flushing as she uttered, “I’m applying the ointment

for you. Endure it for a bit, and let me know if it hurts.”

With that, she lowered his pants, and Blake’s breathing became a bit more pronounced. Yasmin,

though terribly embarrassed, maintained a façade of composure. She felt a responsibility for her

actions.

The pants were now snagged due to the cast. So, she suggested, “Considering your leg injury,

should I use scissors to cut your pants open?”

He was merely teasing her and didn’t really want her to apply the ointment. Yet, every time he

glanced down and caught sight of her flushed face, a sense of diminished anger overcame him.

“Go ahead and cut it,” he said.

“Okay.”

Yasmin retrieved a pair of scissors and motioned toward his pant leg, eliciting a frown from

Blake.

She laughed. “What’s wrong? Afraid I’ll cut you?”

“Be careful with that.”

“Sure.” She positioned the scissors and began cutting along the pant leg, not forgetting to say,

“Relax. I won’t cut you.”

The cold scissors glided over his skin as he had his eyes closed.

After cutting away the entire pant leg, his long leg was revealed. A brief glance caused Yasmin to

blush anew, impressed by Blake’s well–maintained physique resulting from regular workouts.

“What’s wrong? Too embarrassed to look?” he chuckled.

“I’ll get a robe for you to put on first,” she said with a flushed face.

She was too afraid to look, so she walked to the end of the bed and picked up the robe.

Suddenly, the awkwardness hit her. She now had to help him put on the robe, which was at bit

troublesome. After some thought, she sat next to him, lifted him, and draped the robe over him.

“Raise your arms,” she said, holding him while helping him dress.

The aroma of cedar lingered at the tip of her nose. As she looked up, she met his handsome face.

With a shy demeanor, she quietly assisted him in putting on the robe.

Her neck was exposed to Blake’s penetrating gaze. As he squinted, a deepening intensity shaded

his eyes.

“You’re always so slow when changing clothes,” he said, his warm breath brushing against her

neck.

Yasmin stiffened and retorted, “I’m just afraid of hurting your leg.”

“Or perhaps you fear that I might awaken feelings in your heart?”

She frowned and said, “If you keep talking, I won’t help you apply the ointment. I’ll get Mary to do

it.”

“You heartless woman,” he retorted.

Yasmin found herself momentarily lost in a daze. The current exchange brought back memories of

the past. There were moments when, in the right mood, Blake would

affectionately address her as “baby” in bed.

As she thought of those memories, her face flushed even more. Swiftly, she shook her head,

determined not to let her thoughts stray.

“The robe is on. Lie down, and I’ll apply the ointment for you.”

She proceeded to assist him in settling onto the