Redmption 40


    I looked up and saw Brandon’s stern and chiseled face. He not only caught me but also managed to


    grab the watermelon from my hand. Such a dreamy scene. was usually seen only in TV shows. But


    it was happening to me in real life now.


    After steadying me, he let go. But as soon as I moved, a sharp pain shot through my ankle. I


    grabbed his arm. “It hurts…”


    Following my gaze, he saw my pale ankle already turning red. “Did you sprain it?


    Brandon was very close. His deep voice sounded especially sexy and pleasant.


    I nodded. And the next second, he ced the watermelon back in my hands and lifted me up.


    In all the years I was with Chris, he never held me like this. Brandon suddenly carrying me like this


    made my heart race. Even my nose started to sweat.


    Whenever I got nervous or excited, I tend to sweat from my nose.


    I heard murmurs from the neighbors and passersby. In such a small town, people aren’t used to


    seeing such behavior between men and women.


    Brandon seemed oblivious to the onlookers as he carried me into the


    courtyard. As we entered, I noticed Hammy standing there with a spat in her hand. She looked at


    me with resentful eyes.


    “Oh, you carried her back? You two are progressing quickly,” Kelly teased us with shining eyes.


    “She got hurt,” Brandon exined as he set me down on the bench in the courtyard. He then


    squatted down, removed my shoe, and held my foot.


    His hands were cool. As his palm enveloped my foot, a strange sensation spread from my sole. My


    toes instinctively curled.


    “Don’t move,” Brandon said, pressing the swollen area of my ankle.


    “It hurts…” I winced.


    But he didn’t stop, probing my ankle. “Does it hurt here?”


    I shook my head. He pressed other spots and then concluded, “It’s probably just a muscle sprain;


    not a bone injury.”


    “How can you be so sure?” I blurted out.


    Brandon gave me a sideways nce, and Kelly answered for him, “He was a soldier. He knows a


    lot.”


    Did being a soldier make one an all–purpose expert?


    I mused silently as Brandon stood up and said, “Don’t move. I’ll get some


    medicinal oil.”


    He strode away. I noticed he was wearing a tight ck T–shirt and navy work pants. He looked very


    much like a special agent from a TV drama.


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    “What did you slip on?” Kelly asked.


    I pointed outside. “Something on the road, I guess. I just slipped.”


    “Where exactly did you slip?” she asked further.


    “Right past Hammy’s ce,” I replied. Kelly started walking toward the door.


    Brandon returned with the medicinal oil. He knelt beside me again, cing my foot on his knee.


    Knowing what he was about to do, I quickly said, “I’ll do it myself.”


    He looked at me. “This needs to be rubbed properly to be effective. You can’t apply the necessary


    pressure.”


    With that, he poured the oil into his palm, rubbed his hands together, and then began massaging


    my swollen ankle. The pain mixed with a faint tingling


    sensation as he worked.