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    Xavier was engrossed in his mobile game when he heard Norah’s voice. He quickly grabbed the quilt,


    slung it around his waist to cover his privates, and turned to look at Norah. “Why are you here?


    Where’s Damian?”


    Norah had already tumed her back to him, her face flushing red, stuttering, Damian is downstairs


    settling the bills for the delivery, he asked me to change your dressing


    “No need! You go do your thing, I’ll have someone elsee upter


    “Have you, um, covered yourself properly?” Norah asked.


    “All covered”


    Norah took a quiet breath, tumed around, ced the food box on the bedside table, and fetched the


    new dressing


    “You should pull the quilt down a bit, to expose the wound.”


    “I told you, it’s really not necessary!”


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    “Everyone’s busy downstairs, they won’t be up for a while!” Norah spoke casually, trying to lighten the


    mood. “Don’t be so nervous, you are a man, what are you


    afraid of?”


    Xavier grinned at Norah. “Don’t say things like that to a man. You never know what kind of beast hides


    under a straight–aced exterior!”


    He lectured her in a patronizing tone


    Norah mised an eyebrow. “What about you?”


    Tm not interested in women!” Xavier replied nonchntly, reaching for his cigarette on the bedside


    table


    Norah’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You, you’re into guys?”


    Xavier gave her a re. “Not being into women means I’m into men?


    Norah muttered, “You’re not into women or men. Are you into trans people”


    “Cough!” Xavier choked on his smoke, coughing violently on the bed.


    Norah couldn’t help but giggle, teasing him, “Don’t worry, whatever you’re into, 1 want judge!”


    “You brat Xavierughed helplessly


    Norah sat on the edge of the bed, pulled at the quilt covering Xavier exposing his waist. This was the


    first time she had been this close to a man’s body. Xavier had a great physique, his waist was toned


    and smooth, muscr but not overly so, perfect like a Renaissance sculpture.


    “Mr. Flemmings, you could try modeling


    “Is that where I wear a tight suit and prance around the catwalk for everyone to see?”


    Norahughed uncontrobly imagining Xavier strutting on the catwalk in a tight suit, while Xavier


    quietly smoked his cigarette.


    Norahposed herself, carefully began to remove the bandage on his wound. Those models are


    showcasing art, you may not like it, but you can’t disrespect it “Why would I disrespect them, everyone


    has their own way of living, however they choose, it’s their life.”


    “You sure have a way of looking at things!”


    When the bandage came off, the ghastly wound made Norah’s smile vanish.


    She took some iodine to clean the wound, “If it hurts, tell me, I’ll be gentler!”


    “It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt Xavier dismissed her


    Norah thought to herself, how could such a serious wound not hurt?


    She dabbed at the wound with a cotton ball, her arm unconsciously tense, her heart fluttering, and her


    movements became increasingly gentle


    “You’ve never done this before, have you?” Xavier suddenly asked.


    “What?” Norah looked up in surprise.


    “I mean, you’ve never taken care of someone like this before, right? You don’t have to be so careful, it’s


    really fine” Xavier felt a bit ufortable being treated so tenderly and hoped she would just finish


    quickly.


    Norah lowered her eyes. I’m not as delicate as you think, I’ve done volunteer work in disaster areas


    before, the Lamont girl isn’t as pampered as you think!”