Looking down at Claudia Ross, who was on the verge of tears, Wyatt Perry's voice was hoarse, "Let me see."
"No..." Claudia Ross was no match for Wyatt Perry, he briskly lifted her clothes.
Seeing the purple bite marks on her fair skin, his heart ached immensely.
"I'm sorry, Claudia." He had hurt her so badly, there wasn't an inch of unscathed skin.
"It's not your fault, don't blame yourself, it's just superficial wounds, they'll heal soon."
His throat choked up, "Go take a bath, I'll apply ointment for you after you've bathed."
Claudia Ross shook her head, "No need, I can apply it myself."
Without another word, Wyatt Perry picked up Claudia Ross and carried her toward the bathroom.
He helped her remove her clothes and put her in the bathtub, carefully bathing her, even washing those most private places very thoroughly.
Claudia Ross was so embarrassed that she covered herself, not allowing him to look.