Greg's expression froze, a flush creeping over his cheeks, but he had no choice but to keep up appearances. “Thank you for your
understanding, Ms. Jarvis.”
He turned to Eugene and signaled for a server. “Please help Mr. Winters upstairs to take care of his injury.”
The server bowed slightly. “Mr. Winters, if you'll follow me?”
Almost instinctively, Eugene glanced over at Sylvia.
She nodded. “I'lle with you.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOnly then did Eugene let out a small, relieved smile.
Upstairs, Sylvia took the first aid kit from the server, opened it, and found santiseptic to clean the scratch across Eugene's
cheek.
Her voice was gentle as she said, “You shouldn't bother arguing with her. Trust me—when ites to an argument with a woman,
you'll never win.”
Eugene shrugged out of his suit jacket, left in just a pale blue shirt, his features cool andposed. “I shouldn't have argued at all.
| should've just given her a slap—that would've taught her a lesson.”
“She doesn’t need another lesson,” Sylvia replied, her eyes cool, her tone calm. “Letting her get away with it is punishment
enough.”
Eugene paused, tilting his head, studying Sylvia with a look that lingered just a moment too long before he grinned. “Sylvia, | love
you.”
The confession cout of nowhere, making Sylvia's hands freeze for a beat. She raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I'm too soft on you
as well?”
“If your kindness is a punishment, then | hope you make it even harsher.” Eugene had barely finished the sentence when he
suddenly yelped, “Sylvia!”
“| should've used chili paste instead of antiseptic,” Sylvia retorted dryly.
“As long as you're the one doing it, I'd take the chili paste any day,” Eugene answered, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile.
Sylvia ignored him, finishing the dressing and giving him a final instruction. “Keep your face dry for the next couple of days.”
Eugene looked at her, dead serious. “How am | supposed to shower?”
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