The man put his hand behind his back and said, "I'm fine."
Rachel noticed the hand he was hiding with the engraved letters and gently pulled it out. There was a small cut on his hand, and it was bleeding.
Rachel looked worried and felt guilty. "You're hurt! It's all because of me."
"It's just a scratch," the man replied with a soft smile, full of polite grace and elegance.
Rachel leaned in and gently blew on his hand. "Does it hurt a lot?" she asked softly.
Donahue looked at her quietly.
She had such a fresh and simple look. Her short, thick hair was like soft seaweed, and her face had this delicate, beautiful charm.
Her eyebrows were gently curved, making her look like a pure college girl, cute and clean.
The way she carefully blew on his hand was just... something no man could resist.
Donahue's lips lifted slightly. He could feel she was interested in him.
At that moment, a sleek black Bentley slowly passed on the opposite side of the road.
