Resent Reject, Regret By Aqua Summers Chapter 477


    Chapter 477 Apply the Ointment for You


    “Deirdre, I’m going foraging in the mountain. Go harvest some vegetables from the


    backyard so we can eat when I’m back.”


    “Sure.”


    Deirdre nodded. She held the door frame and shut her eyesfortably in the bright


    sunlight. It had already been three days since she lived strictly following a routine.


    The wounds on her hands had yet to heal for the time being, but the scratches on her


    body were starting to fade.


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    She believed that the piercing pain radiating from her palms asionally would reduce


    not long after.


    It felt as if life had returned to the way before she met Kyran.


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    She carried the basket and walked on the path step by step. The vision before her eyes


    would turn dark frequently, so she could not see the path clearly. Hence, she was always


    very careful on her journey.


    She harvested vegetables when she arrived in the backyard. Before she could carry the


    basket, a pair of huge hands were extended to her.


    “I’ll do it.”


    Deirdre raised her head and saw a man with a darkplexion. He looked rather


    handsome based on his outline. He was the vige head’s son, Hoyt Leigh, and he


    helped her when she fell yesterday because he was there coincidentally.


    “Thank you, but it’s fine. It’s just a few steps away.” Deirdre was embarrassed and


    stretched out her hands in an attempt to take back the basket.


    Hoyt avoided her. “You cannot see very well, so it will surely be quite inconvenient for


    you. The basket is heavy, so it’s tough for a girl like you to carry it by yourself.”


    Deirdre smiled and thanked him.


    Hoyt lowered his head and blushed when he saw Deirdre’s face. He was afraid that


    Deirdre would notice his reaction, so he walked ahead of her. “Follow me and be


    careful.”


    Mrs. Cox was not home yet when Deirdre returned to the house. Hoyt was not in a rush


    to leave, so he asked Deirdre, “Are your hands better?”


    Deidre’s hands were still wrapped in bandages, and she was reminded of her pain when


    she heard Hoyt’s question. She said, “ Much better.”


    Hoyt pulled out an ointment from his pocket shyly.


    “I bought it from the market, and it can reduce pain and inmmation. Give me your


    hands, and I’ll apply it for you.”


    “It would be rude of me…”


    Hoyt’s face was flushed as he said with his head lowered, “How is this rude of you?


    You’re a guest, and my father is the vige head. I’m supposed to take care of you, so


    you don’t need to be so modest. The ointment doesn’t cost much anyway.”


    Deirdre did not wish to cause more trouble to Hoyt, but it would be inappropriate for her


    to decline. As such, she could only stretch out her hands. “Thank you for taking the


    trouble to do this.”


    Hoyt did not speak. He removed the bandages from Deirdre’s hands cautiously. He was


    fine before Deirdre’s wounds were exposed. When the bandages were removed,


    Deirdre’s wounds appeared to be badly mutted and very deep, while the skin around


    the wounds was wrinkly from the moisture.


    “Uh…” Hoyt inhaled sharply. “Aren’t you in pain?”


    Deirdre behaved as if she was just reminded of her pain by saying, “ It’s slightly painful.”


    She did not wish to cause trouble to Mrs. Cox, so she always imed that her hands


    were healing. Now that she looked at it, she could still see that her hands were swollen


    and red despite her blurry vision.


    Looking at Deirdre’s wounds, Hoyt felt a shiver down his spine. He applied the ointment


    carefully, while Deirdre did not express her pain throughout the process. Hoyt would not


    have realized her pain had he not seen the beads of cold sweat on her forehead.


    “It’s painful, huh?”


    Deirdre nodded.


    Hoyt asked, “Why didn’t you express your pain?”


    Deirdre chuckled. “What’s the point of expressing my pain? You’re still going to apply the


    ointment. If expressing my pain will help in reducing the pain, I’ll surely do it more.”


    Hoyt was rendered speechless. He admired the woman’s ability to endure pain in his


    heart. She had the grace and quality of an heiress born of a wealthy family but did not


    act spoiled at all. She was actually still capable of joking at this point.


    “Let’s not cover the hands for the time being. The humidity will exacerbate the


    inmmation. I’ll head to the market tomorrow and help you ask if you’ll need stitches.”