Loving A STRANGER 29 Chapter 29: I Can Let You See

The man sat on the bed. He saw blood and pus flowing from Kylie's sole, and, on taking a closer look, discovered that there were three broken blisters. He held Kylie's ankle and gently laid her feet across his lap.

As the cold ointment was applied, her calf muscle tightened. Ethan glanced at her fingers, which had just gripped the pillow; she was in pain but remained silent the entire time.

Ethan's movements became lighter, and Kylie felt as though a feather was kissing her. Kylie tilted her head, noticing the pain in her sole transform to coolness. The cotton swab was like a feather moving from her toes to the arch of her foot.

Her scalp tingle. Her throat felt weird and full of saliva. She tightly bit her lips, and her eyelashes began to flutter slightly. She looked so helpless.

Was this man applying the ointment, or tickling her? Didn't he know that tickling one's arch could cause a heart attack? Now her heartbeat was completely out of control!

"Have you finished?" she asked.

"Almost."

Kylie didn't notice that the corners of the man's eyes were a little red with the force of restraint. He was actually torturing himself. But the d.a.m.n feeling of touching her was so good that he wanted more!

When Kylie felt the movement stop, she wanted to get up, but the man forced her to lie down again. "Don't move," he said. Then, she got a whiff of the liquid medicine, and her ankle was covered in cool.

The man's palm, which was warm, wrapped around her ankle. Her body tightened unconsciously. This was the first time that a man had so intimately touched her.

He's just applying for medicine...He's just applying for medicine... Kylie tried to hypnotize herself, as she had done countless times before, but she found that her arms were shaking again.

Why was she so turned on when he was simply touching her ankle? Did she have some weird fetish? Kylie thought it must be the effect of the medicine, because, not only was her back heating up but so were the man's hands.

The heat spread across her skin. Kylie buried her head in the pillow, worried that she would lose control and make a loud, humiliating sound.

Watching the slim, straight calves, and white, round toes, Ethan's eyes began to smile. He admitted to himself that his intentions had been mischievous.

He wanted to feel her charming skin so badly, after having been allured for so long. The palm rubbed gently and moved slowly from the ankle...

Probably due to tiredness, or because of his skillful movements, Kylie gradually relaxed and began to feel sleepy. But when she was just about to fall asleep, her arch suddenly ached. She raised her head with great difficulty.

"Dry your hair before you go to sleep." The man had removed his hand.

Kylie didn't know how to respond. He could be so cruel, waking her like that!

Ethan wiped the ointment from his hands, and lightly continued: "Or you'll catch a cold." Kylie didn't move.

Ethan put away all the medicine, then turned towards the bathroom to fetch the hairdryer. He plugged it into the wall and handed it to Kylie, who was still lying on the bed.

She didn't move and had no intention to take the hairdryer. He was standing beside the bed and remained silent. The two didn't speak a word for quite a long while.

Kylie spun a half circle and dropped her head against the pillow. "My hands are sore. You're the one who wants my hair dry, so do it yourself!"

Ethan looked at this lazy woman, and suddenly recalled the proud Pupu, who would lie on the bed in the same way after his bath, waiting for him to brush out his fur.

Before long, the hairdryer was blowing. The man's fingers pa.s.sed through her hair, while the warm wind played against her scalp. It was really comfortable.

Kylie had already been sleepy, but now she could barely open her eyes because of this professional treatment. When her hair was dry, Ethan put the hairdryer away and discovered that she was already asleep.

He could hear her steady, long exhale when he returned to the bedroom. Ethan rubbed her hair until it was purposefully messy, but Kylie didn't move. He sighed and lowered his body in order to lift her.

When his arms pa.s.sed under her armpits, Ethan's gaze accidentally fell on her soft bosom. He focused his eyes. The girl's bosom had a beautiful shape; it rose and fell with her every breath.

His big palm covered one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s before he realized what he was doing. It was soft and smooth and fit perfectly inside the man's palm. It must be authentic, he thought.

Probably because his touch had made her fall asleep, Kylie seemed comfortable in his arms, and even mumbled: "Um..."

Ethan swiftly took his handoff. He looked at the stunning face and pretty jaw, which was partly covered by her long hair. He frowned.

After a deep breath, he hugged her closer and placed her under the blankets. Kylie was a light sleeper and regained consciousness after being moved. She mumbled: "Lord Ethan...I want..."

The man was stunned, then asked with growing excitement: "You want me?"

Lifting the blankets closer to her face, she continued to mumble: "A killer..."

Ethan's face became gloomy. "To kill whom?"

Kylie turned onto her side in a pout, then suddenly said: "The one who has seen and touched me..."

Ethan didn't know what to say. He then lay down beside her and switched off the lamp. He approached her ear and whispered: "If you think you've got the short end of the stick, I can let you see...and touch, too."