Chapter 1636


    s, Joyce could only keep her true thoughts to herself lest she risked angering Stanley further. He


    would think she thought poorly of his character.


    Men who struck women never saw themselves at fault; the problems alwaysy with the victims.


    When it seemed clear that Joyce would not answer his question, Stanley sighed in defeat and said, “It''s


    fine if you don''t want to tell me why. I won''t force you.”


    “Thank you,” she eked out.


    Stanley stretched his scalded hand forward and drawled, “In any case, you should take care of these


    burn blisters.”


    “Of course.” Joyce nodded and checked his injured hand. The parts which were only red before were


    now covered in burn blisters. She yelped, covering her mouth in shock. “What happened? Why are


    there blisters already?”


    He exined, “The stew was burning hot, and the fats in the dish will only raise the boiling point past


    that of pure water. Plus, I''ve always taken extra care of my hands because I have to operate frequently.


    The skin there is more sensitive than any other part of my body. How could blisters not form under such


    conditions?”


    Joyce shook her head frantically and said, “I''m so sorry. I didn''t know that.”


    She never imagined the skin across his hands could be even more sensitive than hers.


    “It''s fine. Just take note of it in the future,” he replied.


    “I understand. I''ll be more careful in the future. This will not happen again. Mr. Quinn, let me get the


    doctor. I have no idea how to deal with blisters.”


    As she spoke, Joyce turned toward the door.


    Before she could take a step, Stanley called her back.


    “There''s no need to summon the doctor.” He pointed at the drawers near his headboard and said,


    “There''s a first aid pouch in the drawer. It contains simple supplies to treat cuts and burn wounds. You


    used the same ointment on your fatherst time. Just use the same on me.”


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    “Really?”


    Stanley retorted coolly, “I''m a doctor. I wouldn''t lie to you about it.”


    “Okay, I''ll get to it.” Joyce nodded and opened the drawers, retrieving the first aid pouch inside.


    She opened the pouch and confirmed his instructions. “The same ointment, yes?”


    “Yes.” He nodded in affirmation.


    Joyce closed her eyes and tried to recall the medication and procedures she used to treat her father''s


    wound. Then, she took all the supplies she needed from the first aid pouch and began treating


    Stanley''s burns.


    She tended to his wound so gently and carefully, trying her best to avoid inflicting the slightest hint of


    pain on him as though worried it would infuriate him. Her nervousness was palpable.


    Even Stanley noticed her tension and wanted to help her calm down. Still, he knew anything he said


    now would only put her more on edge.


    He eventually opted to remain silent, hoping she would forget to focus on his mood and calm down as


    she concentrated on treating his burn wounds.


    At some point, Stanley even closed his eyes.


    The simple gesture worked wonders. Joyce rxed significantly without the pressure of his scrutiny.


    She fretted less over making stupid mistakes when not under his watchful gaze.


    Gradually, Joyce calmed down and treated Stanley''s blisters more skillfully and quickly.


    She finished in no time and tied a ribbon bow to secure a fresh bandage to his hand. Then, she


    observed him carefully and uttered, “It''s done, Mr. Quinn.”


    Stanley slowly opened his eyes, only to see Joyce lowering her gaze to avoid eye contact.


    He felt angry and helpless at the same time as he watched her walk on eggshells around him.


    However, he knew he had no one to me but himself for her present behavior.


    “It''s done?” asked Stanley.


    She nodded. “Yes. Would you like to check on them?”