He stopped his work and lifted his gaze to meet hers, a gentle smile curving on his lips. “You should dry your hair first.”
Responding with a faint smile, Katelyn set the first-aid kit on the table. Then she faced Vincent, letting out a frustrated sigh. “And you have the nerve to say that? Look at your hands. They’re all severely injured, and you didn’t even bother to tell me.”
Katelyn gently took hold of Vincent’s hands. His fingers, once strong and sure, were now marred with cuts and scrapes. The recent washing had only highlighted these injuries, some of which seemed alarmingly severe.
She studied the damaged skin and then fixed her eyes on Vincent with a stern look. “It’s already this serious, yet you still let them get wet? Did you think neglecting your health was okay just because I didn’t remind you to take care of yourself?”
She had always thought that as an adult, Vincent would manage himself. Clearly, she had been mistaken.
Vincent smiled at Katelyn rather than arguing with her. A gentle warmth replaced the usual coldness in his eyes, making his expression noticeably softer.
Realizing further words would be useless, Katelyn’s thoughts turned entirely to concern for him. She carefully cleaned each wound, applied disinfectant and ointment, and then securely wrapped his hands in bandages.
After she finished, she looked up at Vincent and said, “There, make sure your hands stay dry for the next few days.”
Otherwise, today’s effort to disinfect would be in vain. Left untreated, the situation could deteriorate further due to the serious risk of infection. The pads of Vincent’s hands were visibly abraded, a clear sign of how severe his injuries were. It was crucial to properly treat his wounds.
Vincent responded with a simple nod. “Okay.”
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With his fingers wrapped in bandages, Vincent found it exceedingly difficult to manage his business affairs. Yet, he knew that voicing his discomfort might only earn him a scolding. Silently, he stared at his bandaged hands, choosing to remain quiet.
Katelyn felt pleased with how well he behaved. She understood that properly securing the bandages was essential to prevent infections from worsening.
Katelyn spoke firmly to Vincent. “I’m heading to bed now. Keep these bandages on. If I wake up and they’re gone, there will be consequences.” Her face took on a strict expression.
Vincent couldn’t help but smile at her, yet he quickly nodded in acknowledgment. “Okay, go to sleep.” He was well aware that Katelyn would never permit him to take off the bandages.
Feeling thoroughly worn out after their conversation, Katelyn made her way to the bedroom.
Vincent’s gaze followed Katelyn as she walked away, his eyes softening with a mixture of indulgence and affection.
The next day, Katelyn didn’t wake up until the afternoon. Now that she worked behind the scenes, her schedule had become remarkably flexible. This newfound freedom allowed her to investigate other matters with ease.
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