Chapter 71

“Ah!” Skylar cried out in pain.

Joe’s eyes snapped open before her, devoid of sleep. They were so dark, they seemed to devour the night sky. His hand still gripped her arm tightly, with a fierce strength that could have snapped it.

“I was being kind to you!” Skylar exclaimed tearfully.

Joe’s eyes showed regret. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rough.” It had been an instinctive reaction; he’d thought someone was trying to abduct him again. In his drowsy state, he seemed to have relived the experience in that dark warehouse.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Skylar asked, rubbing her bruised arm. She was exasperated. He had been too rough. If he’d grabbed her neck, it would have been broken. He was definitely trained.

She silently vowed to maintain a safe distance from Joe in the future. She didn’t want to die for no reason.

When Joe saw the bruises, he frowned. “Let me take you to the hospital.”

“No need. I’ll just apply some ointment,” Skylar refused. It was midnight; there was no need to bother the hospital. The bruises were nothing, really. Despite growing up in the countryside, her skin was naturally delicate. Even a slight bump left severe bruises, but they’d heal in a couple of days with ointment.

Joe felt guilty. His eyes lingered on her bruised arm; the fingerprints were so clear they reminded him of rough sex. He lifted his gaze to her glossy red lips, and his throat tightened. He frowned, stood abruptly, and said, “I’ll get the first-aid kit.”

When he returned, he carried a large box. Skylar thought it looked more like a treasure chest than a first-aid kit. Opening it revealed an array of medications. Joe rummaged through it and found a tube of ointment.

Skylar reached for it.

“It’s hard for you to apply it neatly. Let me,” Joe said, opening the tube and squeezing some white cream onto his fingertip.

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Skylar didn’t resist. “Okay.”

Despite his cold demeanor, he was attentive. He gently applied the ointment with slightly rough fingertips. The room was silent; sitting so close on the couch, they could hear each other breathe. Skylar felt they were too close; their breaths seemed to intertwine. Joe’s gaze lingered on her long, trembling eyelashes.

“That should be enough,” Skylar quickly reminded him when she saw him squeeze out more ointment. She only had sensitive skin, not fragile skin. She knew he hadn’t done it on purpose, and he’d taken responsibility, so she wasn’t angry anymore. Her arm would be fine with so much ointment.

As Joe looked at the glaring bruise, his eyes darkened. He glanced at his watch. “Did I fall asleep?”

“Yeah, for about forty minutes,” Skylar said. Standing, she felt a bit dizzy. “I’ll go rest now, Mr. Martin.”

“Wait.”

Changes Made:

• Sentence Structure: Many run-on sentences were broken up for clarity. Short, choppy sentences were combined where appropriate.
• Punctuation: Corrected comma splices, added and removed commas as needed for correct punctuation.
• Word Choice: Replaced weaker words (e.g., "appeared" with "snapped open," "exclaimed tearfully" with "exclaimed tearfully") for more precise and evocative language. Removed unnecessary words and phrases.
• Consistency: Improved consistency in tense and point of view.
• Paragraphing: Improved paragraph breaks for better readability.
• Numbers: Spelled out numbers under ten.
• Dialogue: Improved formatting of dialogue.

The revised text is more concise, flowing, and engaging. The narrative voice is strengthened, and the emotional impact of the scene is heightened.