Chapter 97 I Like You So Much I Could Die

Once again, she shot downstairs and zoomed into the garage. Ivana Bennett drove out, came back in a flash, and hurried upstairs.

She placed an ice pack, wrapped in a towel, onto his forehead, then took out a syringe and sucked in the anti-inflammatory medicine she had bought.

Roused from his stupor by her bustling around, Lucas Walker opened his eyes slightly to see Ivana staring at his rear.

The anti-inflammatory was quite strong and had to be injected into a muscle.

His gluteus maximus?

She was going to have to take off his trousers.

His outer thigh muscle?!

His thigh was injured.

Ivana's gaze shifted and she raised a hand to steady his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Lucas asked in a low voice.

Ivana gave him a mischievous smile, "Just giving you a taste of what it's like to be injected with drugs."

With her needle landing, she unceremoniously jabbed it into his upper arm and slowly pushed the medicine in.