You're Naive To Think Like That

Dominic just muttered in return. He was still focused on putting the ointment on Lyra's wrist.

"Ahh, slowly, it hurts." Lyra tugged on her arm a little earlier. Dominic's pressure was too much when applying the ointment.

"Don't be a spoiled woman," said Dominic as if he didn't allow Lyra to be acted like that. Lyra pursed her lips. “I'm not a spoiled woman. But you are the only one who is rude. Give me the ointment, I'll just apply it myself. You don't seem sincere to do it," grumbled Lyra, trying to grab the ointment. But Dominic didn't let that happen.

"Be quiet and let me do it."

Lyra chuckled. But keep quiet too. Dominic's aura when he was stern and serious like that was quite scary. Lyra became reluctant.

A few seconds later, Dominic was finally over to do his duty. He also sat on the front of the car. Right beside Lyra, only inches away from this woman's position.

Lyra cocked her head. She looked at Dominic with a confused look.