Yuna upstairs to Wesley's room and found that he was in it with the door open.

"Uh, does he want me in the room?" She thought.

Yuna in with hesitation and saw Wesley reading a document on the bed.

Wesley liked frowning when he read documents, as if he could pick holes in them at any time. Even the author who had perfectly done the job of writing the document would be terrified by his frowning face.

However, in Yuna's eyes, if nothing else, Wesley had a kind of admirable resilience and endurance.

He had just had his deep wound stitched and it might be aching then. However, he looked fine, just as the way he used to look like.

Yuna thought for a while about reminding Wesley and said, "You should rest now."

Wesley went on with his document and said flatly, "I need it quiet." He sounded like speaking to his ignorant young girlfriend with blame and tolerance.

"..."

Yuna was in no mood to figure out what Wesley was thinking from his words, then she became quiet and walked toward the door.

She thought, "I'm not that fond of chatting with you! I wish it were so!"

Realizing Yuna's movements, Wesley looked up from his work and stared coldly at her back. "I didn't ask you to leave, OK?"

Yuna felt angry and turned. She glared at Wesley and said, "damn you! What on earth do you want me to do, to stay or to leave?"

Wesley pointed to the sofa and said, "Just sit there and keep quiet."

Yuna thought it would bore her to death, so she shook her head and said, "No way!"

Wesley narrowed his eyes and said, "Yuna?"

Yuna felt panic as if the chill in the air was invading her body through her pores.

Subconsciously, she walked over to the sofa and sat down.

She couldn't deny that Wesley could still scare her even when he was injured.

Seeing that, Wesley's face beamed with satisfaction, then he closed the remote controlled door.

Then the thoughts of "a single man and a single woman locked in a room" thronged Yuna's mind. And in her eyes, the injured Wesley was absorbed in his work, as if he had taken her for a statue.

Yuna suddenly felt that she was thinking dirt...

The fact was that Wesley didn't take her for a statue because he had asked her for another document or a glass of water. Being bored, Yuna tried to keep herself busy, and he was pleased with her. In that way, the two stayed together in peace all the afternoon.

At suppertime, Aunt Helen took them several well-balanced dishes comprised of soup, vegetables and meat, which were good for his recovery.

After the meal, Yuna raised her chin toward Wesley and said, "Take off your clothes."

Wesley raised his eyebrows and said with seeming surprise, "You want me, right?"

"..." Yuna made a hollow laugh, then she approached Wesley's injury and said with a threatening gesture, "No more nonsense, or I'll poke into it! Take off your clothes and let me check your wound. I can do nothing to an infected one!"

Wesley opened his arms and said, "Do it yourself." He looked vulnerable, but his eyes were shining with a kind of terrifying force.

Yuna had been used to that. With a sneer, she rolled up her sleeves, getting on the bed and sat down, straddling Wesley's legs to unbutton his shirt.

She thought that since Wesley was injured, he could do nothing to her, so she wanted to seize the chance to tease him!

Wesley narrowed his eyes and stared leisurely at Yuna, as if he didn't care.

The calmer he looked, the more Yuna wanted to tease him. She gave him a smile while slowly unbuttoning his shirt with her beautiful lean fingers and intentionally touching his muscular chest with her soft fingertips from time to time.

A romantic and sexy atmosphere gradually filled up the room.

Wesley's eyes dimmed with desire and his breathing sped up a bit. Just then, the door was opened and Aunt Helen said, "Did you enjoy your meal? I..."

The image of a woman straddling a man in the room was totally beyond Aunt Helen's expectation; seeing that, Aunt Helen lost her tongue.

An awkward silence possessed the room.

Shocked for a long time, Aunt Helen finally retrieved her voice. "I, I am leaving." She looked back after two steps and sighed. "His wound doesn't heal yet. If you... take care."

With that, she disappeared from the room.

Yuna was shocked as well. She came to herself and cried out, "Aunt Helen, we're not..."

Before she could finish her words, she heard Wesley chuckling. She looked at him and saw the smile on his face, then she burst into anger.

"What's so funny?" She pushed Wesley's shoulder and tore off his shirt. Before she could check his wound, she heard him saying.

"You're making noise. Aunt Helen may mistake you."

Yuna felt herself as if she was about to vomit blood with anger. "damn you!"

She looked closely at Wesley's wound, which was fine. Then she closed his shirt and said, "It's OK. Take care when you bathe and don't get your wound wet."

"Do me a favor," Wesley suddenly said.

Yuna didn't get his point and asked, "What?"

"I'm tired." Wesley looked natural as if it was a piece of cake. He said, "Bathe me."

Yuna exploded with anger and shouted, "Wesley! How dare you?..."

"After all that between us, why are you so reluctant?" Wesley calmly interrupted Yuna and approached her. Then he gave her a smile and said, "Anyway, you must obey me."

"..." Yuna felt more than angry but couldn't say no. However, she thought that she could resist because Wesley was injured.

At the same time, she also realized that she didn't want to resist.

As time passed by, she would have less time to stay with Wesley, and there was little time left for her to resist.

She gritted her teeth, pointing to the bathroom and said, "While I'm afraid of you, go in!"

She took out a pair of pajamas from the wardrobe for Wesley and then went in the bathroom to run a bath for him.

She did a good job to ensure that the water was properly warm, and the bathtub was filled as high as Wesley's chest without exceeding that level.

Wesley was quite satisfied with Yuna. He closed his eyes to enjoy her service and glanced at her with coldness to make her obedient when she tried to hurt him.

While Yuna was pretending that she was obedient. Looking at Wesley's annoying face, she thought she would have killed him at that moment if Rowdy had asked her to do that.

Finally, Yuna finished bathing Wesley who was tall and strong, then she dressed him with the pajamas. After that, he said to her, "You can leave now."

"..." "Damn! Burn the bridge after crossing it. Is that you?" She thought.

Yuna controlled her temper, considerately straightening Wesley's clothes and said, "OK! By the way, Mr. Mu, may I ask you a question?"

Wesley motioned for Yuna to continue with her words.

Yuna looked Wesley up and down and said, "When a woman like me bathed you, why didn't you feel anything? Hey, Mr. Mu, you can't have an erection after you got shot, right?"

As soon as she finished those annoying words, Yuna tried to run away, without expecting that Wesley would have a swift response.

Wesley grabbed Yuna's arm and pulled her back. She almost fell into his arms but managed to keep her feet in order not to bump against his wound.

Wesley didn't care whether she would bump against his wound. He stared at her with his brooding eyes and said, "How do you want me to feel?"

He had lowered his voice, which sounded special and attractive. From his intense black eyes, Yuna could tell that a familiar desire was surging within his body.

Only then did Yuna realize that she was lifting a rock only to drop on her own feet. She made a hollow laugh and said, "I, I was just kidding. Could you let me go? ...uh..."

Wesley covered her lips instead of answering her.

It was a hot kiss, which to some extent showed his eagerness. Before long, he parted Yuna's upper and bottom teeth with his tongue and immersed himself in it.

Even though he was injured, Yuna could hardly resist him.

To Wesley, he had tried his best to hold back the desire that had been burning since that morning. However, he hadn't expected that Yuna would tease him to inflame it.

Now that Yuna had added fuel to the fire, Wesley couldn't find any reason to restrain himself.

The kiss almost choked Yuna, who couldn't help stepping backward to get rid of Wesley and breathe fresh air.

While Wesley didn't give her a single chance. As she stepped backward, he proceeded and finally blocked her against the wall. Then he encircled her waist with his arms, gently touching her neck with his hot lips.

It reminded Yuna when Wesley kissed her in the lift of the Marriott Club that morning. "If he goes on..." She thought.

"Oh, how could he go on? Wesley is an injured man!"

Yuna struggled and pushed Wesley away. She looked into his brooding eyes, which frightened her into staying silent and stunned.

She wondered whether she had seen it clear because she did see Wesley's desire from his eyes, and she saw his distress as well.

His distress was like that of her when she tried her best to stay with him. No matter how close they were to each other at that moment, she knew clearly that she had to leave him one day, while she was loath to waste even a single second.

It was like that of her when she knew there was little hope, while she was unwilling to give up.