Shy Nolan!

A/N: An extra chapter today guys! This is 2nd chapter out of the 5 chapters I owe you guys. (Debt: 3 chapters)

Nolan said no more.

Amayah, getting his tacit assent, kneeled on the floor and started gathering all the medical supplies in the plastic container.

After she gathered everything, she stood up and placed the first-aid kit on the nightstand beside the bed. Then she walked into the bathroom and washed her hands thoroughly before going out to the bed.

Taking a seat beside him on the bed she gently held his face in her palm and removed the old, tattered bandage.

Turning her head she started looking through the medical kit and took out a ball of cotton and some antibiotic cream. She spread some antibiotic cream on the cotton and gently covered the cut with a thin layer. Lastly, she applied a waterproof bandaid on it to avoid it smudging away.

Nolan could feel that this time she was more careful not to accidentally press on his wound during the entire process. He could also hear her slight hiss as she applied the antibiotic to his cut, as if she was the one feeling his pain. Seeing her be so careful and gentle, there was a slight gentleness in his heart beginning to settle involuntarily.

After she was done, she got up and put everything away.

She walked up to the center table where the food was placed, picked it up and carried it near the bed.

After a pause, she placed the food on a corner of his bed. "I bought the food for you using my own money and also carried it all the way to the room myself; the servants had nothing to do with it. Surely you can accept this?"

Looking at him still having no intentions of accepting the food, she added calmly, "If you prefer, once you've starved yourself into a coma, I'll do whatever I want to you."

"You dare?" Nolan gritted his teeth.

"It's like you said: your grandfather would be happy to see us together, right?" Amayah whispered teasingly into his ear, "You'd better be on your guard–don't give me a single opening."

Amayah laughed in delight, and Nolan could feel his ears burning. He backed away involuntarily.

Seeing the hot-tempered firebrand suddenly too shy to even speak, Amayah's almond eyes shone with mirth.

This was the first time he'd heard her laugh. The sound of her laugh was like wind chimes, so pleasant to the ears.

The laughter was brief, but it was enough to leave the sound imprinted in his mind.

…

Nolan was frowning, but he hadn't refused as Amayah unwrapped the food.

An appetizing aroma filled the room. No matter how grumpy Nolan was, he couldn't deny that his stomach was rumbling.

Paying close attention to his expressions, Amayah said, "I didn't know what you liked, so I got you a beef bowl. Want to give it a try?"

He sniffed haughtily, but also with a trace of embarrassment. "And just how am I supposed to try it if you don't give me any utensils?"

Amayah was about to hand him a pair of chopsticks when she thought of something. "Let's get something straight: Don't dump my food on the floor. I'm not rich, so I can't afford to keep replacing the food that you waste."

After making herself clear, she shoved the chopsticks into his hand, then sat beside him and took out her meal from the bag.

She ordered a veggie power bowl since she didn't eat meat. Just as she was about to begin eating, she realized that Nolan was a blind man. She wondered how he was going to eat by himself.

She stopped her actions and turned to watch him eat.

He was eating the food with his chopsticks very calmly. Even without his eyes, his actions using the chopsticks are very skillful. Even while eating, he looked really noble.

Upon closer examination, Amayah realized that Nolan really was a good-looking guy. He had intense eyes that sparkled like diamonds and sharp, arresting features. If not for his blindness, she'd never have gotten this close to him.

A moment later, Nolan set down his chopsticks, and called out to her, "Amayah?"

"I'm here," she replied immediately.

"Prepare a bath for me once you're done."

"Alright."

After they were finished waiting, Amayah helped Nolan find his way into the bathroom. Amayah seized this opportunity to clean up the trash from their meal and the porridge he'd spilled earlier. Lastly, she brought the soiled rug from the previous night out to throw away in the big main trash can.

Her petite figure was carrying the big rolled up rug alone. She was sweating and panting just as she was halfway down the stairs.

It was tough being the lady of Master Nolan Emerson.

***

As she arrived on the ground floor, she asked a maid where she could throw the spoiled rug away.

"There's a big dumpster on the back of the mansion. Take it up there anytime you like, my lady." The maid replied unhelpfully.

It was obviously a task for a servant, yet she had pushed it to Amayah without a second thought.

"Alright, I got it." Amayah did not want to argue over petty matters, and walked away carrying the rug.

She went all the way to the back of the mansion, carrying the rug by herself. As she reached the big dumpster, she held the rug tightly and raised it high horizontally and stuffed it in the dumpster.

She walked back into the mansion, clapping her hands to get rid of the dust.