“Mrs. Fuller, I’ll need to check your wound,” the doctor told me.

I paused before pulling up my skirt, exposing the bruise on my knee.

Ashton’s arms around me tightened as he reminded the doctor, “Be gentle. She’s quite sensitive.”

The doctor nodded and pressed on my bruise lightly. “Does it hurt?”

I shook my head. “Not really. I’m fine.” It was just a slight fall, and Ashton was exaggerating.

The doctor nodded and applied some ointment on my bruise. He handed the ointment to Ashton and stated, “Apply this on her wound every morning and night. Massage it gently. She’ll be fine after a few days of rest.”

Ashton nodded and ordered Joseph to send the doctor out.

All the while, he kept his arms around me.

I knew he was worried about me. The quieter he was, the more guilty I felt.

Raising a hand, I tugged his shirt gently. “Ashton, I haven’t had dinner yet.”

I was starving after the huge outcry earlier.

A chuckle escaped his lips as he asked, “Sure. What do you want to eat?”

“Anything will do!” I was just hungry and didn’t have any specific cravings.

He nodded and kissed my forehead gently before pulling the covers up for me.

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