Captivation: Want Nothing But You novel Chapter 291

Chapter 291 Girls Are Supposed To Be Delicate 

In the medical lounge, Dr. Turner opened the cabinet and found the first-aid kit. Then he took the kit and walked to Susan who was sitting on the sofa.

It was afternoon, they were on the shift. There was no one else in the lounge except the two of them.

“Miss Salazar, the cut on your arm needs to be sterilized. It may hurt a little.”

Dr. Turner adjusted his glasses, dipped a cotton swab in iodine, looked down at Susan, and said. “It’s okay. I’m not afraid of pain.” Susan raised her eyes and smiled. Dr. Turner looked into her eyes unexpectedly and froze for a second.

Susan had just cried. Her eyes were still red, meanwhile sparkling and pitiful, which aroused people’s sympathy for her. Dr. Turner’s heart missed a beat at that moment. Inexplicably, he wanted to wipe away the tears for Susan.

“Dr. Turner, what’s wrong?” Noticing the absent-minded look on Dr. Turner’s face, Susan’s eyes flashed. She didn’t know what he was thinking, so she softened her voice and asked.

“… Nothing. ”

Dr. Turner came to his senses and adjusted his glasses again. But this time, his action seemed to be flustered, more like hiding something. “Alright. Thank you, Dr. Turner,” said Susan, withdrawing her gaze and reaching out her hand.

“It’s fine.” Dr. Turner coughed, blaming himself for the thoughts on his mind! What Dr. Turner didn’t know was that Susan had been observing the subtle changes on his face. Just now, her watery eyes flashed darkly with a touch of cruelty. Dr. Turner looked at the cut on Susan’s arm.

Fortunately, the cut by the glass was not deep. Although the blood oozed out and looked ferocious. Dr. Turner quickly calmed down and gently wiped the edge of the cut.

“Ouch—”, the iodine met the edge of the cut and Susan felt the sudden prickling. She drew back her hand subconsciously and took a deep breath. Dr. Turner stopped cleaning the cut immediately. “Did it hurt?”

“It’s ok, I can take it,” said Susan, biting her lips. “I’ll just call the nurse to clean it up. Maybe my hands are not steady enough.” Dr. Turner said and was about to throw the swab into the trash can.

There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. In fact, only he himself knew that it was not because he couldn’t control his hands ‘steadiness, but because of the dirty thought that had just flashed across his mind. Standing in front of Susan made him feel uncomfortable all over.

So he wanted to find an excuse to leave. Maybe he would feel better. However, as soon as he stood up, Susan grabbed the corner of his white coat.

Dr. Turner froze. “Miss Salazar?”

“Miss Salazar…” At a loss, Dr. Turner took out a piece of tissue. He didn’t know whether to hand it over or not.