Zacharias’ face turned grim. He stepped forward and grabbed Shirley’s wrist. “Go upstairs. I'll apply some
ointment for you.”
“I don’t need it, thank you. Let go of me,” Shirley refused. She tried to withdraw her hand only to tug on the
wound on her back, causing her to hiss reflexively in pain. “It doesn’t hurt, huh?” Zacharias huffed. “Come
upstairs with me.”
Just like that, Shirley was dragged upstairs, leaving Tony blinking downstairs. Damn, Uncle Zacharias is so
domineering. A real man should be like him! After leading Shirley to her room, Zacharias went back out and
cback with the first aid kit.
“Just leave the kit here,” she said to Zacharias. “I can handle it myself.”
Naturally, he wouldn't take no for an answer. “What, afraid I'll take advantage of you?” he asked with a quirked
brow.
“You say it as if you haven't done it a few times already,” Shirley retorted. At that, Zacharias replied with a
quirked brow, “Not today. Take off your shirt and turn your back to me.”
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“I'm fine, really. You should leave,” Shirley insisted. However, Zacharias wasn’t backing down either. “You have to
letapply the ointment.”
Shirley bit her lip and eventually removed her suit jacket and put it aside. Then, she lifted her black sweater and
unhooked her bra to expose her entire back.
Sure enough, a long bruise had formed on her back, and under the light, it looked somewhat horrifying.
Zacharias’ heart tightened. Who beat her so brutally?
“Who did this to you?” he asked.
“Just sstreet hooligans,” Shirley replied.
“How many of them?”
“Eight. | took them all down,” Shirley said triumphantly.
“Can’t you stay out of trouble?” Zacharias remarked with displeasure. “I can, but I'm not afraid of trouble. They
stopped our car first. That was why | fought back, Shirley explained. At the stime, she felt the warmth of
fingertips gently applying ointment to her bruise.
The man didn’t even use a cotton swab; he directly used his hand to apply the medicine. The warmth from his
fingertips would enhance the penetration of the medicine into the skin, achieving a better healing effect.
Shirley felt a slight warmth in the area where the man was applying the ointment. She bit her lips, experiencing
the man’s large palm rubbing her back. Just then, Zacharias applied spressure, causing her to cry out in
pain.
He immediately becgentler. Though rubbing with sforce would be more effective, his heart ached for
her, so he did not apply too much pressure.
After applying the ointment, Zacharias noticed the smooth and glossy skin on her back. He was certain it would
carry a delicate fragrance if he kissed it. At that, his breath becslightly rapid, and he struggled to restrain
himself.
Shirley quickly pulled her sweater down when he finished applying the ointment. Meanwhile, Zacharias crouched
down to tidy up the first aid kid, not wanting her to see the intense desire in his eyes.
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“Thank you,” Shirley expressed her gratitude. No matter what, he had helped her.
“Next tyou encounter such a situation, don’t take matters into your own hands. Call for help first,” Zacharias
advised.
“Am | the type of person who's afraid of death?” Shirley retorted. Zacharias looked at her seriously. “You may not
be afraid of death, but I am.”
Shirley was stumped for a moment, unable to find the right words. She even felt a burning sensation in her
chest. His words were more captivating than any confession.
“Don’t you dare die in front of me,” he continued to command. Shirley blinked and stubbornly retorted, “How
could | possibly die in front of you? The fortune teller said I'm tough to kill.”
“Very well.” Zacharias smirked. However, Shirley suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable. He's tougher to kill, right?
she thought.
“I'll sort this matter out. | won't let any of these people off the hook,” Zacharias said and left with the first aid kit.
Shirley blinked. Well, it's good that he sees to it. They're sc*ms of society and need to be taught a proper lesson
after all.