"Harold came looking for you?" Charles's expression darkened as he pulled Janet into his office. From the lounge, he took out a tube of ointment for blood stasis and gently applied it to her injured wrist.
A cool sensation seeped through her skin, and Janet immediately felt the swelling ease and the pain fade.
"No, it wasn't him who came to see me," Janet hesitated as she answered. This was also the reason she felt a little reluctant—Harold had gotten into such serious trouble but hadn't told her. Was he trying to protect her from worry?
Perhaps Harold still had some feelings for her—after all, he had once loved her mother deeply.
"Is that true?" Janet pressed when he didn't answer. But before she could say more, Charles's finger covered her red lips.
