“Are you okay with me helping?” Ohan asked cautiously as he saw Emily starting to take off her t-shirt.
Emily smiled. “You’re a nurse. Why are you so uncomfortable?”
Ohan offered her a faint smile but still didn’t dare to touch her. He clasped his hands nervously.
“What’s wrong?” Emily asked, puzzled as she placed her t-shirt aside, but Ohan still stood there, hesitant.
“When you were unconscious, Mr. Sinclair didn’t allow anyone to touch you. I think it’s best if I call him,” Ohan explained before quickly walking out of the room, leaving Emily stunned.
What was that supposed to mean? Nicholas took care of her? Emily found it hard to believe, and she was lost in thought when Nicholas suddenly wheeled into the room.
Seeing him, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked away, embarrassed as she realized his eyes were roaming over her body. Flustered, she pulled the blanket to cover herself.