On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 53

Just then, the door opened and Lance walked in, carrying Catherine in his arms.

Catherine leaned on his shoulder as he set her down. “I’m so sorry,” she said, looking embarrassed. “I twisted my ankle, and Lance was worried I might have fractured it, so he took me for an X-ray.”

Helen snorted. “What a convenient time to get injured.”

Catherine tried to hop on one foot but stumbled dramatically. Lance immediately caught her, one hand on her arm, the other steadying her waist. “Don’t push yourself,” he said, scooping her up effortlessly.

“I’m really fine,” Catherine protested, blushing. “You don’t have to worry so much. I’m not Amy.”

Lance gently placed her on the sofa, then pulled a box of pain-relief patches from his pocket and handed it to Helen. “Put this on her ankle.”

The housekeeper took the box and knelt down. “Where does it hurt, Ms. Brown?”

Catherine pointed to her ankle.

Helen’s finger hovered over the spot. “Here?”

“Ouch!” Catherine cried out. “Helen, please, be gentle. It hurts.”

Helen stared at her, exasperated. She hadn’t even touched her. Was she some kind of psychic healer who could inflict pain from a distance?

Lance frowned, shooting a harsh glare at Jessica, as if blaming her for his housekeeper’s attitude. Jessica, who had been watching silently, was baffled. Was everything her fault now?

Lance walked over, unbuttoned the bottom button of his suit jacket, and knelt down. He placed Catherine’s foot on his knee and gently pressed. “Here?”

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