He wore a stern face as he smeared the ointment on Harrison Lucas's old injury on her hip.
The slender fingers circled around, scorching Harrison Lucas's cool skin, making Harrison feel an inexplicable heat rising from her lower abdomen.
This feeling was familiar yet strange, as if it was what the Master did every time he got drunk.
Harrison Lucas couldn't help but grow tense.
She knew Ben Lucas had no feelings for her, and was even less interested in her body.
Yet at this moment, she couldn't help but let her thoughts wander because the Master's actions of applying medicine, the rough yet ambiguous caress, always made her unknowingly think of something else.
Just as Harrison Lucas was sternly warning herself not to overthink, the man standing expressionlessly next to the bed suddenly covered her with his strong and towering body.
Ben Lucas wasn't indifferent; he bent over, leaned down, almost completely enveloping Harrison Lucas beneath his body.
