Chapter 79
Yasmin thought the same. She knew she was the cause of ke’s fractured leg, and he would
undoubtedly me her for past and present grievances. Anticipating his lingering
resentment, she stood silently on the side, refraining from uttering a single word.
The other two also noticed Yasmin entering. Giselle then said, “Yasmin, please take good care of
ke. Also, let’s exchange our contact numbers. If you need help with ke, feel free to reach out
to me via WhatsApp.”
Yasmin had no choice but to save her number. Now a culprit, she could not evade her
responsibility.
Not long after, Joel came in with the ointment for ke.
Finally, she could go home. As soon as she settled into ke’s car, a sense of relief washed over
her. Dealing with Giselle was something she genuinely disliked. Being around her felt stifling, as if
every word she uttered was carefully calcted and weighed.
Back home, ke was assisted to the master bedroom on the second floor. Yasmin took a pillow
and ced it under his injured leg.
Turning to him, she asked, “Is there anything else I need to do?”
ke looked at her and said, “I got injured because of you. You’ll have to stay and attend to my
needs.”
“I know,” she answered, lowering her gaze.
Her submissive appearance made him feel much better.
“Just give me any orders. I’ll do whatever I can to help you,” Yasmin added.
“I’m hungry now,” said ke.
Yasmin nodded and went downstairs to ask the housekeeper. “Mary, is dinner ready?”
“It will be ready soon,” said Mary as she ted herst dish.
Yasmin said, “Mary, prepare some mild food for the next few weeks. ke’s leg is injured, so he
needs a light diet.”
Mary replied, “Alright.”
Yasmin fetched a bowl, scooped some soup, and brought it upstairs, along with a few dishes
for ke. He was sitting on the bed with a furrowed brow.
She walked over and ced the dishes on the bedside table, asking. “Is your leg hurting?”
“No,” he replied, still frowning.
Yasmin suddenly remembered what Joel said, so she lowered her head and asked, “Is it hurting
there?”
He followed her gaze down to his waist and raised an eyebrow. “Who told you?” he questioned.
“Dr. Sawyer told me.”
ke’s face turned sour.
Guessing that ke was embarrassed, Yasmin lowered her voice and said, “Don’t worry. Dr.
Sawyer only told me. No one else knows.”
He said nothing, but his expression turned even darker.
She then said softly, “It’s okay. It’s just swollen. It probably won’t affect anything once it heals. You
don’t need to worry too much.”
After absorbing that information, ke’s face shadowed over.
Yasmin then took out a tube of ointment and said, “Dr. Sawyer prescribed this ointment. He said to
apply it three times a day–morning, noon, and night.”
Finally unable to hold back, ke red at her and questioned, “Are you doing this
intentionally? Are you deliberately saying these things to annoy me now that I’m injured and
bedridden?”
“No, of course not. Dr. Sawyer specifically told me this. I just didn’t want you to carry too much
burden in your heart, so I was trying tofort you,” she exined.
“Is that so?” he scoffed, not believing her at all.
He tossed the ointment onto her and said, “Since you care so much about me, why note and
apply the ointment for me?”
Yasmin was bbergasted. “You want me to apply it for you?” she asked in disbelief.
“Yes, it was you who caused the injury. If you didn’t hit me with your helmet, I wouldn’t have had to
go through this pain now, would I?”
Embarrassed, she replied, “I didn’t do it on purpose. I couldn’t control my speed when I s
down like that.”
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“That helmet is incredibly heavy,” he grumbled.
“I’m sorry,” Yasmin apologized, her face red from the embarrassment.