Chapter 2765: Chapter 2774: Who Else Has Been Giving You Trouble?
Adam Sinclair saw Olivia Lewisâs indifferent expression and maliciously switched to another cotton swab, dipping more disinfectant alcohol and applying it to her wound.
"Hissââ"
Olivia Lewis winced in pain, trying to pull her hand back, but before she could, he firmly pressed it down, "Donât move!"
"Damn, youâre doing this on purpose!" Sheâs not stupid; maybe she didnât notice the first time, but after two consecutive times of him purposely pouring so much alcohol on her wound, if she still didnât notice, she might as well be blind.
Adam Sinclair tightly held her hand that was trying to pull back, righteously lifting his eyelids, "No, your arm was scratched by nails, and I have to use alcohol to disinfect it for you to prevent infection. Do you want to risk an infection and get a scar?"
Scar...
Those two words hit Olivia Lewis where it hurts.
As a competent star, she definitely didnât want any scars on her body.
She suspiciously glanced at the man in front of her, and seeing Adam Sinclair squatting there, calm and collected, he didnât seem to be doing it on purpose. She pressed her red lips together, no longer struggling, "...Be gentle."
"Your wound is open, and itâs impossible for it not to hurt when alcohol is applied. Donât you have a professional spirit? This little injury shouldnât be a big deal for you."
Olivia Lewis wasnât deaf; that last line of his was definitely sarcastic.
She rolled her eyes, retorting back without enthusiasm, "My professional spirit doesnât make me durable, please. I can at least understand getting injured while filming. This time was purely being bitten by a mad dog; the two events have nothing to do with each other. Donât try to lump them together."
Adam Sinclair pressed her wound again.
Although it was to help press out the blood stasis on the back of her hand, it still hurt Olivia Lewis so much that she grimaced and her attention shifted.
"Gentle, gentle, gentle, your hands are paws, not dog paws."
"The sponsor is more obedient than you." After applying alcohol, Adam Sinclair found the anti-inflammatory ointment, squeezed some onto his fingers, and carefully applied it to her wound, "Remember to apply some every day for the next few days, and donât let this area get wet. Otherwise, it will get worse."
He half-stood up a bit, gesturing to Olivia Lewis, "Lower your head, Iâll help you with your face. The scratches on your face are worse than on your arm; if you donât apply medicine, youâre really going to get a scar."
Olivia Lewis obediently lowered her head, while commenting, "Itâs not like it wasnât your ex-girlfriend who scratched me. Thanks a lot. Why donât you organize a list of ex-girlfriends for me tonight and note which have the strongest damage, so I can steer clear of them next time. If I canât provoke them, at least I can avoid them."
Adam Sinclair was so choked up he nearly spat out blood, feeling a tightness in his chest, pinching her chin and giving her a glance, "Stop talking so much, be quiet."
It would be strange if Olivia Lewis was someone obedient; she continued speaking, "Iâm serious, why donât you make one for me? Iâm really impressed with you, how every single ex-girlfriend has such strong attack power. Iâm afraid a few more, and I wonât make it out of this alive."
Lena is the crazy type, Renee Anderson is the insidious type, and who knows how many other types of women there are.
The crazy and insidious ones are manageable, but if a violent type comes along, she seriously suspects sheâll be driven mad.
Adam Sinclair skillfully finished handling the wounds on her face, applied the ointment, and screwed the lid back on, putting the anti-inflammatory ointment back in the Medicine Box, while asking in a seemingly nonchalant manner, "Besides the ones you mentioned, who else has been giving you trouble?"
"Thereâs also..." With the ointment applied on her face, the cool ointment greatly alleviated the burning pain on her skin, and she relaxed her guard, almost giving herself away.