How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 125

The Simmons Group controlled every mode of transportation in Novandria. With all their employees suddenly given leave, there was no one left to keep things running, and the city's transport ground to a halt. Even if this caused an uproar, the worst they could accuse him of was mismanagement, and with his resources, he could silence anyone who dared complain.

Fernando's eyes drifted away from Felipa's laptop, where she'd just relayed the news. "Reach out to the Director-General. Tell him exactly what's happening here, and wait for his instructions."

"Yes, Professor!" Felipa and Hugo Black left the cramped office at once.

Fernando twisted open a bottle of spring water and handed it to Blanche, who sat slumped on a chair, looking utterly lost. She hadn't said a word in an hour; the shock had clearly rattled her.

"Have some water."

Blanche accepted the bottle, wanting to thank him, but no words would come.

Her head spun, her throat felt raw and scraped, and she winced in discomfort. Suddenly, her legs were lifted off the ground. Startled, she looked up to see Fernando's gentle brown eyes fixed on her.

"You scraped your foot. Let me clean it up and bandage it for you." Fernando settled her legs across his lap.

No, that's not necessary!

Blanche tried to pull her foot back, but Fernando's strong, deft hands held her ankle gently but firmly.

His touch was warm, careful, soothing against her skin.

Fernando wasn't just a scientist—he had a first-aid license, and treating minor injuries was second nature to him. He worked quickly, rinsing her foot with cool water, then dabbing a cotton ball in antiseptic and pressing it to her wound.

Blanche put her hand over his. Let me do it, please.

She couldn't speak, so she just shook her head at him.

When he pressed the cotton to her cut, pain shot through her, and she sucked in a sharp breath.

Seeing her pale and exhausted, slumped against the little table, Fernando's voice softened with concern. "That hurts, doesn't it? I'll be more gentle."

No, I can do it myself!

Blanche tried to push his hand away, shaking her head again and again.

But Fernando only gripped her ankle a little more firmly, his tone suddenly stern. "Laney, listen to me. This isn't just a scratch—you got cut by some sharp rubble. You need to let me help. Just hold still."

Watching her struggle, his heart ached. Fernando lowered his head and gently blew over the wound, hoping to ease her pain.

The warmth of his breath brushed across her skin, light as a feather, sending a shiver up her spine.

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