Leo took the handle and wheeled me smoothly to the elevator. The process of treating my wound felt endless. Leo lay beside the bed, his gaze fixed on the sterilized forceps, while I watched him.
His features were sharp and defined, and the way he pursed his lips and frowned made him look different from his usual charming self. At that moment, he seemed so mature and elegant. A few young nurses stole glances at him, their cheeks flushing.
When the alcohol touched my wound, I couldn't help but cry out in pain. He looked up and met my eyes, but I quickly looked away.
"Thank you for bringing me to the hospital today," I said softly.
"It's nothing. If it hurts too much, I can get you some painkillers," he replied.
Leo got up and stepped out of the ward, and I covered my face with my hands. Who would have thought that one day I would be giving orders to a boss who couldn't even reach the level of the Lewis family, and he would be the one serving me?