Chapter 058 Her Gentle Touch

Monica acted like she didn't hear him, totally ignoring his call.

Alexander kept his cool and called out, "Monica!"

She had no choice but to turn back, only to see his strong, muscular back all swollen and red.

She wanted to shoot back, but the words she was about to say got stuck in her throat as she saw his injured back.

'Whatever, it's just putting on some medicine,' she thought. She grabbed the medicine from his hand, dipped a cotton swab in it, and started applying it to his injured back. Her movements weren't exactly gentle, but they were quick and efficient.

Alexander could sense her impatience, like she couldn't wait to get out of this awkward situation.

A slight smile crept onto his face as he said, "Ms. Brown, just dabbing the liniment with a cotton swab won't do much. Rubbing it in with your hand would be more effective."

Monica was speechless.

Of course, she knew how to use the liniment; she just didn't want to touch him.

But hearing his comment, she stopped and said coldly, "Since you're so smart, do it yourself."

"I can't reach it," he replied confidently.

"Call Joseph or go to the hospital. I'm not wasting any more time here. I'm leaving," she said, putting down the medical tools and turning to go.

But the car door was locked.

She turned back to him, her voice tinged with anger, "Mr. Smith, what's the meaning of this?"

"Grandpa asked me to take you home, so I have to see you home. If you don't want to help, fine by me."

He didn't push her, just started slowly applying the liniment to his back himself.

Even though he couldn't reach the injured spot, it didn't matter; he wasn't in a rush.

Monica was fuming, but she couldn't just stay there with him.

She had no choice but to snatch the liniment bottle from his hand, her movements a bit rough, causing the liniment to spill onto his expensive trousers.

"Ms. Brown, you dirtied my pants," Alexander said coldly.

"Didn't you bring this on yourself?" she shot back, not even thinking about apologizing.

Alexander didn't say anything, just looked at her. Suddenly, he found her angry expression way cuter than her usual cold demeanor.

Monica didn't notice his gaze. She applied the liniment to his injured area and pressed her palm against it, massaging him.

Her technique was very professional, and the liniment quickly took effect, warming her palm.

But all Alexander could feel was her soft hand on his back, reminding him of that night six years ago.

His body instinctively reacted, and he felt a tickling sensation in his heart.

Suddenly, she pressed harder, and a wave of pain hit him. He groaned and frowned tightly. "Monica, can't you be gentler?"

"If you didn't overthink everything, it wouldn't hurt so much," Monica said coldly.

She had no idea what was going through his mind, but she felt his body tense up, so he must have been distracted.

She pressed harder, making him wince in pain, and he muttered, "Monica, I think you're using this as an excuse to get back at me."

"You're overthinking it, Mr. Smith."

Alexander was left speechless.

He couldn't believe how Monica could say such indifferent things while being so ruthless.

Soon, she said calmly, "All done."

Her hand left his back immediately, and she turned to grab a wet wipe from her bag to clean her hands.

Alexander watched her slender back and suddenly realized that his back, now free from the pain she had inflicted, felt much better. He hadn't expected her to be so skilled.

As he put his shirt back on, he asked, "Did Helen teach you?"

"What?" Monica asked without turning around.

"Medicine."

Monica didn't respond.

Alexander continued, "By the way, Helen has quite the attitude. Since we've been working together, I haven't seen her once."

Monica paused and said, "She doesn't handle marketing and business, so it's normal that you haven't seen her."

"Really?" Alexander asked, his tone playful, making it hard to gauge his true intentions.

Monica frowned, thinking of his relentless pursuit of Helen. Her gaze turned icy as she looked at him. "Mr. Smith, you're so interested in Helen. Do you still want her to treat your lover's leg?"

Alexander was taken aback, not understanding why she brought up Stella again. Just as he was about to speak, Monica cut him off, her voice cold, "Mr. Smith, give it up. Helen won't agree."

"Why?" Alexander was genuinely puzzled. He stared at Monica and asked, "Did I offend her?"

"You should ask yourself, Mr. Smith. How would I know about your issues?"

She didn't want to continue the conversation and asked expressionlessly, "Now that your injury is taken care of, can I leave?"

Alexander frowned. She had been fine just a moment ago, but now she was suddenly cold again. He couldn't figure out why.

He was sure he had no grudges with Helen. The only possible issue was Monica.

He asked, "Is Helen doing this for you?"

"It doesn't matter. Think whatever you want, Mr. Smith. You can believe that I'm the one preventing Helen from treating Stella. Anyway, she won't agree, not in this lifetime. Mr. Smith, give up!"

Alexander didn't say anything, staring at her cold attitude with undisguised frustration in his eyes. He frowned.

He didn't think Monica was the one causing trouble. But if she hated Stella so much, could it be that everyone misunderstood her back then?

"Mr. Smith, are you leaving or not?" Monica said impatiently. "If not, open the door. I'll leave."

She yanked at the door handle forcefully, even though she knew it wouldn't open. It seemed she was venting her anger.

Alexander had no choice but to grab her hand and ask Joseph to drive.