CHAPTER 84: CHAPTER 84: THREE TIMES A DAY

"It hurts..." Jean Ellison looked down at her chest, wanting to reach out and touch it.

A cold, stern voice stopped her, "Don’t touch it."

Before she could react, the clothes on her chest were torn open, along with the sticky, hot sweet and sour sauce on them, thrown to the ground.

The next moment, her waist tightened, her feet lifted off the ground, as if someone had picked her up.

With a sense of spinning dizziness, Jean felt herself being carried into the bathroom.

She sat on the sink counter, her back against the cold ceramic tiles on the wall. The burning sensation on her chest made it impossible to think straight; she bit her lip and let out a hissing sound of pain.

The showerhead was taken off and cold water poured onto the scalded spot on her chest.

Justin Holden held a soft handkerchief, gently wiping her skin along the water flow. Her chest sauce was washed clean, revealing a patch of reddened skin.

Her skin was very fair, and the scalded area was pink, quite conspicuous.

After a while, Jean finally gathered herself, through the misty steam seeing the slightly heaving man in front of her. His neat black short hair was also wet, a few strands hanging damply over his forehead.

With sharp eyebrows and eyes like stars, his gaze, cold under his frameless glasses, was fixed on her chest.

Jean was startled, where was he looking?

She looked down to find that there was no extra fabric on her chest, only her bra, with one strap slipped, the bra loosened.

The scalded spot was right at the front, going down was a deep cleavage.

His gaze seemed to become tangible, an electric current seemingly transmitted from her chest to her limbs, causing her face to blush swiftly.

Justin Holden was completely unaware of what he did, and she immediately pushed him away.

"Stop looking, turn around."

Justin’s eyes held a hint of anger; he was helping her with the scald, if not rinsed repeatedly with cold water, the burn would worsen.

"Can you manage by yourself?"

Jean nodded heavily, snatching the showerhead from his hand.

She stared down at the reddened spot on her chest, awkwardly holding the showerhead, most of the cold water spilling elsewhere, making her hurt again, her brows furrowed tightly.

Justin watched her silently, stepped forward, grabbed her hands, and pressed them above her head.

His long legs stretched out, his knee wedging between her legs, pressing against the sink countertop.

"Uh... Justin, what are you doing..."

Jean’s face was so red she could drip blood; he stood before her, she sat on the marble sink counter, not even reaching his height.

Her hands and legs were fixed, she glared at him fiercely, twisting her waist slightly, trying to make Justin stop.

She didn’t realize how alluring she had become with her actions.

Like a peach, from head to body, all pink.

At this moment, Justin’s thoughts were proper, having no time to think about other things.

Quietly he held the showerhead, rinsing her chest area, his gaze focused.

After a few minutes of rinsing, he turned off the water source, lifting her off the bathroom counter.

Jean’s chest remained a reddened patch, though it didn’t hurt much anymore; she wasn’t sure if it was from the scald or the cold water.

With no shirt on, her shoulder felt chilly.

Jean pulled the large blanket from the bed to cover herself, while Justin returned, striding back into the bedroom.

They were in the master bedroom, which was close to the bathroom, only a few steps away.

Jean saw him come in, curling herself back into the blanket, her large eyes moistened, round and black, watching alertly the approaching man.

Her cheeks flushed red, lips parted and bitten to redness by her teeth.

Her long black hair scattered messily, the hairband had long fallen somewhere.

Her fair legs exposed to his view, she felt cold air brush over her knees, quickly tucking them back into the blanket.

Her vigilant gaze made him belatedly realize that what he had done earlier might have been inappropriate.

Jean glanced at the tube of burn ointment in his hand; he had returned, was he going to apply it for her?

No, definitely not.

Given their current relationship, which was ordinary at best, how could they engage in such intimate conduct?

"I’ll apply the ointment myself."

She urgently expressed her stance, wrapped in the blanket, crawled over to seize the burn ointment from his hand, turning her back swiftly to apply the ointment.

She lowered her head, almost burying it in her chest.

"Hmm."

Justin lowered his gaze, looking at the bundle of blankets on the bed, his body no longer tense from treating her burn, now relaxing.

With her movements, the blanket slipped from her shoulder, falling halfway, revealing her smooth bare back.

Justin silently gazed at her, his eyes turning deeper.

His fists tightened, clenching hard enough to turn his knuckles white, his throat felt itchy, breathing repeatedly, his chest felt itchy as well.

No matter how rational the resistance, it could not overcome the inner yearning, he so wished to...

His indulgent thoughts couldn’t dissipate, he was almost unable to control himself, step by step approaching the warm and soft person on the bed.

Then, Jesse’s voice came from outside, clear and sweet.

"Mommy, Uncle Holden..."

Jesse trotted into the bedroom in her little slippers.

She held a piece of clothing in her hand, the silk white shirt Justin had discarded in the kitchen earlier, stained with sweet and sour sauce.

Jean’s upper body was bare, wrapped in a blanket, only wearing a bra; startled, her hands dropped the ointment onto the bed.

Justin turned around, opening the door to leave.

"Jesse, Mommy’s clothes got dirty, she’s changing; let’s wait for her in the living room."

Hearing his words, Jean breathed a sigh of relief.

She uncovered herself from the blanket, which retained Justin’s clean scent, a faint aroma of cedarwood, not like perfume, more like laundry detergent.

Now the blanket also bore her own scent, her shampoo was pomegranate blossom, the body wash was milky.

It was the first time she had been in Justin’s bedroom during the day; she glanced around at the decor.

Indeed, very simple.

The spacious and elegant bedroom contained only a large bed and a bedside table, which had a simple night lamp on it.

The curtains were light gray, made of linen and cotton fabric, allowing air through but not light.

Nearby was a small room, apparently a wardrobe, where one could vaguely see a row of neatly ironed suits hanging.

She hesitated about going in to grab a garment to wear, just as the door opened.

Jean looked up a little awkwardly, seeing Justin walk in calmly with a set of pajamas in hand.

This set of pajamas had been drying on the balcony, already dry, not yet collected.

"Thank you..."

Jean reached out to take the clothes somewhat bashfully, clutching the soft white blanket tightly against her chest with her other hand.

Justin looked down at her, Jean tucked her head into the blanket, showing just her delicate face, beautiful eyes hidden beneath long lashes, the corner of her eyes gleaming slightly.

"Three times a day."

Jean was a bit puzzled until she followed Justin’s gaze to the burn ointment on the bed, then she understood and nodded.

"Okay, I got it."

Even needing to remind about this, wasn’t she able to understand the Chinese characters on the ointment tube.