Turns out people don't just cry when they're sad.

Before I could speak, his strong hands opened the ointment.

The same man who once claimed he couldn't handle delicate tasks like treating wounds was now doing it perfectly, even showing more focus than when signing billion-dollar contracts.

The cool ointment felt like electricity spreading through my body. I instinctively pulled back a bit.

Derek frowned slightly, holding my ankle still, and said irritably, "Now you ...