The car sped off instantly, leaving the bodyguards behind. Fatima let out a sigh of relief as she leaned against the seat. Liban looked closer at her swollen ankle and asked, "How did things go so well, even though Crate didn't seem to have the answer to that?" Maybe Lily thought she could handle whatever came her way because she didn't have anyone behind her. Ethan put down his book and asked if she was going to cry. Looking at his calm face, Fatima realized that everything was well.

"Ten minutes," he said. "Was it intentional that you called off the engagement?" Maybe she shouldn't have called off the engagement. So, she was still the same Fatima who was hopelessly in love with Yancey. Eibar's fingers twitched slightly as he tightened his grip on the book. Parvaneh couldn't imagine living without Yancey. It seemed like Ethan thought so too. With Erhan's face right in front of her, he held a cotton swab in his hand.

Feeling a presence approaching, Fatima felt a gentle touch on her cheek. Opening her eyes slightly, she saw Ethan, disinfecting the wound on her ankle. Fatima's back stiffened. She felt like she had been electrocuted and immediately sat up straight, moving closer to Ethan. His face was serious. Even at this distance, she couldn't see a hint of a smile. The chill in the air gave him an irresistible look.

For a moment, she was lost in thought, but Ethan pulled her back to reality, disinfecting her wound with the cotton swab. After disposing of the used swab, he applied a bandage over her injury. Fatima let out a sigh of relief when he finished applying the disinfectant. The two of them had been through a lot together. There was no way she could ignore it. On top of that, Ethan was impossible to ignore. Just as the tension seemed to dissipate, his thigh brushed against her ankle.

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He lifted his foot and rested it on his knee. "Ms. Henderson!" Fatima nearly exclaimed as she gripped the armrest for balance. Ethan knelt down and gently pressed his finger against the swollen area of her ankle. "Does it hurt?" Beyond the pain, Fatima was more concerned about their current position. She didn't feel worthy of resting her leg on Ethan's lap. "Ms. Henderson, you can put your leg down. I'll apply some cream when we get home later, and I'll be fine," she said.

Ethan rummaged through the medical kit beside him and picked out a tube of cream. "Here, let me," he said. He squeezed some cream onto his hand and started to rub it onto her swollen ankle. Fatima didn't find it painful, but she couldn't stop the blush creeping up her face. She felt out of place, especially since they hadn't confirmed if he was the one who helped her change out of her clothes. Of course, she didn't dare to assume Ethan had any feelings for her.

After all, the situation with his legs wasn't as bad as the rumors claimed. He was a powerful figure, while she was a disgraced woman with a horrible reputation. They were not part of the same world. Her wandering thoughts were interrupted when he finally set her foot down. The swelling had eased, but her back was now covered in a thin layer of sweat. Tan opened the car door and gestured for Fatima to step out. Grace thanked Ethan, who was still sitting quietly. "Mr.

Henderson, thank you," she said. Ethan wiped his palms with a wet tissue, his movements slow and deliberate. Despite his earlier intimacy, he seemed distant with his response. Grace felt a mix of gratitude and awkwardness as she got out of the car. Jemima was waiting nearby with a bunch of gifts in hand. "Velvet Lullaby. They're an employee benefit from your bets. Joanne bought food for you," Jemima explained. Grace immediately appreciated the gesture.

"Come on, let's walk together," Jemima suggested. "Alright. Thank you, Joanne," Grace replied. "I didn't talk about Ethan before. I must've been blind," Joanne said. "Don't worry, a lady like you should rest your leg. Let me do something for you," Ethan offered. Joanne seemed a bit distracted as she picked up the bags, and some snacks spilled out. Grace crouched down to help, but Joanne quickly knelt to gather them first. "I'll do it. You should rest," Joanne insisted. Grace was a bit confused but didn't say much about it.