Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

Wilson carried Yvette back to the Shadow Alliance headquarters, placing her gently down on a bed before turning to Samuel.

"Bring a doctor immediately!" he ordered in his deep voice.

"Yes, Mr. Quinn!" Samuel didn't dare dawdle and immediately turned to look for a doctor, but before he could take a single step forward, Yvette's lazy drawl sounded from behind him.

"There's no need to call a doctor." She pulled out a small glass bottle and started unhurriedly applying its contents to her leg. "I'm a doctor myself."

She had already fixed the joint, so it would be fine after applying ointment to it and getting a few days' worth of rest.

True, Yvette's medical skills were unparalleled!

Wilson took the ointment from her and helped her apply it with gentle motions.

She didn't resist, but her delicate face was incredibly cold, and it was evident that she was still angry.

Sensing the tenseness in the atmosphere, Samuel quickly and silently slipped away. Yvette was still angry, after all, so he didn't dare linger! Wilson was on his own here!

The room suddenly became very quiet.

The guilt and remorse in Wilson's eyes deepened as he took in the bruises on Yvette's arms. His actions became even gentler.

Yvette watched silently as he finished helping her apply the ointment, upon which she reached for the buttons of his shirt and started unbuttoning them one after another.

He stiffened instantly, swallowing involuntarily. She just looked so sexy and alluring to him right now.

"What are you doing, baby?" he questioned.

Yvette ignored him, continuing to work on unbuttoning his shirt. "Behave," she said shortly.

He stiffened further at the feel of her touch on him, eyes turning dark and breathing becoming heavier. If he allowed her to continue touching him like this...

He took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed his roiling emotions, then snatched up her wandering hand.

Hoarsely, he pleaded, "Don't do this, Yvie..."

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At her words, Wilson immediately let go of her hand as if he were a maiden who had just been rejected, as obedient as a puppy.

Little by little, her fingers made their way down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt button by button.

He swallowed harder, closing his eyes in an attempt at restraint. He didn't know what Yvette intended to do... But to him, this was just a form of sweet torture...

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he hadn't been holding back.

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injuries wouldn't have been any less

severe than hers.

As expected, his chest was pretty much one giant bruise, which looked pretty scary.

She pursed her lips, throwing him a bottle of ointment. "Apply it yourself," she said coldly.

She did still care about him a lot...

He immediately started applying the ointment as she ordered, inwardly happy.

"Why are you in Yenosha, baby?"

Shouldn't she be attending the International Medical Congress' competition right around now?

How was it that she was here in Yenosha, and had even consecutively blown up the Shadow Alliance's arms factory and casino?

Yvette snorted disdainfully at his words, her lips tugging up in a cold smile. "Shouldn't you also be in Jubilife right now?"