Her Mysterious Mogul Hubby (Charlotte and Zachary)

Chapter 2200

“Okay. Use this on the wounds.”

After cleaning William's injuries, Francesca handed some medication over to Monica. “Apply this

powder on every wound he has. I'll come back to bandage them soon.”

“Okay.” The latter quickly took the bottle and got started.

Francesca removed her gloves so she could wash her hands. Then, she froze upon noticing Danrique

standing at the door. “When did you get here?”

“I just did,” the man replied frostily. “Are you done? Do you need my help?”

“No,” she answered, failing to notice his odd behavior. “I'm going to wash my hands and bandage

William's injuries. You can go ahead with your own work. I'll see you later.”

The woman then headed to the private room to wash her hands, not realizing that she was still only

clad in Danrique's shirt.

Although she had buttoned herself up this time and the shirt was long enough, Danrique couldn't help

but frown at the sight of her thighs showing.

“Leave the bandaging to me,” Monica hurriedly offered, noticing the displeasure in the man's eyes. “Go

get some rest, Ms. Felch. I can handle this.”

“Certainly not,” Francesca insisted as she walked out of the bathroom and put her gloves back on.

“You're not even a nurse. How would you know how to bandage a wound?”

“I can do it—”

Yet, before Monica could finish, Francesca gave William's pants another tug and began to inspect the

wounds on his thighs.

“F-Francesca!” William called out in a panic. “Let Monica do it.”

“He's right, Ms. Felch,” Monica chimed in before lowering her voice. “Look, Mr. Lindberg is upset. You

should go back now.”

Realization finally dawned on Francesca, but by the time she turned around, Danrique had already

walked away.

“Seriously! What is a grown man like him being so petty for?” she muttered.

Then, she left after teaching Monica how to inspect and apply medication on William's injuries.

Monica shut the door and heaved a long sigh. She then bit her lip and plucked up the courage to NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

examine the man's wounds.

“You should learn to take care of all this,” William instructed softly. “Don't let Francesca do it.”

“Okay, I'll do my best.” Monica nodded. “But Your Highness, I-I'm afraid...”

Her face had turned crimson by now. Francesca had told her to inspect every part of his body—

including that area—but she dared not even look there.

“It's okay,” assured William. “You're the one closest to me now. There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's

better than getting Francesca to do it.”

“Y-You're right.”

With that, Monica suppressed her nerves and began to inspect him, albeit her cheeks remained

flushed.

Meanwhile, Francesca returned to her room. Seeing that Danrique was in the middle of a shower, she

thought nothing much of it and began to organize her medical kit.

It didn't take long for the man to re-emerge, but he merely shot her a glance before sitting on the

bedside to dry his hair.

“I'll be taking my shower now.”

The woman grabbed a T-shirt from his luggage and headed to the bathroom.

This time, Danrique didn't help her up.

“Ahhh!” Francesca screamed in pain. “It hurts!”

“Where does it hurt?” The man leaned against the bed and gazed at her coldly. Content of

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“My butt,” she grumbled while crawling back up on her own and limping her way over to the bed. “And

you don't even care.”

Yet, Danrique shot back in an aloof tone, “Why do I need to? Aren't you as tough as steel?”

Yet, the man merely responded by switching off the lights and going to sleep.