One Mr. Martinez is in the living room

Amber’s pov

I stood before Adrian, observing the discomfort etched on his face. In a rare display of his humility, I approached him as James approached us. I said to Adrian,

"Sir, let's go to your room, and I can assist you in removing it."

I wasn't entirely sure why James' presence had quickly changed my mind. Perhaps I didn't want him to witness his boss' expressions or embarrass Adrian in front of one of his subordinates.

As we reached his room, Adrian took a seat on the bed while I stood very close to him. In fact, in between his legs. With my right hand, I gently held his hand and began to gradually remove the white material, offering a reminder as I neared its complete removal.

"Sir, taking off this white material from your hand won't alleviate your pain. It may even cause some discomfort as we gradually move it into the correct position."

"Why?" he inquired.

"Because by stretching it, it will initiate the healing process as we gradually adjust it to the right p