After Rachel left, Tyler tapped Ray’s nose.
“You were way too clingy just now. What, I don’t deserve a little dignity?”
Ray whimpered andid at Tyler’s feet. His pitiful eyes brimmed with innocence.
Rachel stepped out of the bathroom. Her fingertips were still wet. She flicked the water off and casually asked, “Mr. Hunt, your bathroom doesn’t even have a towe”
Mid–sentence, she looked up and spotted Tyler with his back furried toward her. He was in nothing but his underwear. His skin was smooth over toned muscle, and the raw masculinity made her jaw drop.
She had seen his body before, but somehow it still managed to take her breath away every time.
Tyler turned around when he heard her voice.
“There’s no towel. Can’t you just use a tissue?”
Still stunned, Rachel only now snapped her mouth shut after hearing his voice.
“Oh, right. Sure.”
She walked over to the table, pulled a couple of tissues from the box<b>, </b>and wiped her hands. She then nced at him<b>. </b>
“Why’d you take all your clothes off?”
Tyler blinked. “Didn’t you tell me to?”
Rachel didn’t know whether tough or cry. “I told you to take off your shirt<b>, </b>not everything.”
“Well, you didn’t say only the shirt.” Tyler said this with absolute confidence like he had the moral high ground.
Rachel wisely chose not to argue. Dealing with Tyler was exhausting enough, never mind the dog that was still eyeing her like a personal chew toy.
She picked up the ointment from the table and stood beside him
“Turn around.”
Tyler turned his back to her.
Rachel removed the bloody bandage and tossed it in the trash. The wound across his back was split open in the middle.
She inhaled sharply. That familiar difort welled up in her again. She felt goosebumps all over her body. But she took a deep breath, steadied herself, and got to work.
She applied the ointment before wrapping fresh gauze around his torso.
To do it properly, she had to wrap it around from behind and then reach over his front.
At first, Tyler didn’t think much of it. But then he suddenly felt something soft press against his lower back. His body went stiff instantly.
Rachel noticed the tension. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
Tyler’s voice came out deeper and raspier “No. Just back off a little. You’re too close. It’s hot.”
“Hot?” Rachel echoed in confusion.
She nced down and realized just how close she had been pressed up against him. Her cheeks turned red in an instant.
“Okay.”
Chapter <b>240 </b>
<b>This </b>time, she was extra careful to keep her distance. But just as she focused on her task<b>, </b><b>Tyler’s </b>teasing voler <b>could </b>be <b>heard</b><b>. </b>“Rachel, does William not feed you? You’re practically skin and bone<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Rachel froze. Her hand paused in the middle of the motion. Her brain soon caught up. She looked down at herself.
<b>‘</b>Skin and bone?‘
Was Tyler seriouslyparing her to that curvy woman in red fromst time?
She continued bandaging him but muttered a response while doing so.
“Well, it’s not like you’re marrying me, Mr. Hunt. What I look like as nothing to do with you. You really don’t need to worry about it.”
Tyler snorted. Rachel found it awfully insulting.
What was so funny? So what if she wasn’t voluptuous? It wasn’t something she could control.
Besides, she liked her figure just fine.