Lydia's ankle was red and swollen, and when Jorge Saxton's fingers gently touched it, he instinctively applied a very light touch, fearing she might feel pain.
Lydia's gaze was on Jorge Saxton's quiet and deep profile. Somehow, her fingers tightened slightly, and she turned her eyes away.
Lydia, you can't keep looking at this person. This man is like poison. Don't get addicted again and be unable to quit.
Did you forget how you managed when you lost him during that time?
"Cancel all engagements for the next few days, wait until you recover," Jorge Saxton said blandly as he rubbed Lydia's wound.
"No, many engagements have been confirmed, and I can't change them, like the show recording, I certainly can't be absent," Lydia directly refused, "My injury isn't that serious; I can manage."
