She jabbed the tweezers deep into his flesh and pulled out the bullet in one swift motion.

Instantly, blood gushed from Felix’s shoulder wound.

Meryl quickly pressed gauze against the injury to stem the bleeding.

She then grabbed acupuncture needles and precisely inserted them into specific pressure points with practiced efficiency.

As if by magic, the bleeding slowed considerably.

Meryl wrapped thick layers of bandages around Felix’s shoulder.

“Try to keep it dry for the next few days,” she instructed. “I’ve only done basic first aid. If it gets worse, you’ll need to go to the hospital.”

She knew the medical kit had limited supplies and wasn’t completely sterile. A wound this size really needed stitches.

The room reeked of blood, so Meryl opened a window for fresh air.

At some point, Felix had sat up behind her.

Though his lips were ghostly pale, his eyes locked onto Meryl with an intense focus, like a predator watching its prey.

While putting her tools back in the medical box one by one, Meryl said flatly, “Because I’m not curious.”

After tidying up, she took out her pulse monitor and placed Felix’s hand on it to check his pulse.

The rhythm was strong and vigorous.

He hardly looked like someone who’d just had a brush with death.

Everything seemed fine.

“I’ve treated the wound. You should start taking some antibiotics,” she said.

“For your leg, I’ll write you a prescription for some herbal medicine. After you get the herbs, soak in hot water that’s been cooled to a comfortable temperature for thirty minutes each day. Do this for three days, then come back to me for another pulse check.”

Meryl grabbed paper and pen, quickly writing out the prescription.

In less than two minutes, she placed a neatly written prescription in front of Felix.

“I’ve done everything needed. Please have someone show me out,” Meryl said quietly.

The Powell Manor was vast and maze-like. Without someone to guide her, she wouldn’t know how to leave.

With one hand propped behind his head, his eyes gleamed with mischief.

“What’s the rush? It’s already dark out. Why not spend the night here?”

Felix grabbed Meryl’s wrist and yanked her forward. Caught off guard, she stumbled and fell to her knees beside the bed.

Now at eye level with Felix, who was lying down, their gazes locked.

Meryl found herself staring into Felix’s eyes, which held a playful yet dangerous glint.

“You know what people say about me? That I never let things slide,” he said.

“You caused me quite a bit of pain. What do you think we should do about that?”

Despite his threatening words, there was an oddly affectionate undertone in his voice.

Meryl gave him an indifferent glance. “I told you to go to the hospital. You’re the one who told me to handle it, however. Your pain isn’t entirely my fault.”

“What if I want to blame you anyway?”

“Then you’re just being unreasonable.”

Felix chuckled, “How did you know? Being unreasonable is my favorite thing to do.”

Meryl was speechless.

In an instant, Felix’s hand gently cupped Meryl’s cheek.

She tried to pull away the moment she felt his touch.

But Felix swiftly cradled the back of her head, forcing them into sudden closeness.

Meryl nearly tumbled into Felix’s arms.

“Be with me. What do you say?”

His gaze was too intense to pass off as a joke.

As his eyes drifted to Meryl’s lips, Felix couldn’t help but notice how soft and pink they looked, so temptingly kissable.

His eyelashes fluttered as he wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her close while his other hand supported the back of her head.

Meryl’s eyes went wide with disbelief.