Chapter 127: His Words Are Not Trustworthy

Zachary thought she might have missed a spot and reached out to help. When Cecilla saw his outstretched hand, she instinctively recoiled, believing he was going to hit her. The cream landed on the back of Zachary’s hand.

“I’m sorry,” Cecilla said, rising. “I’ll leave.”

Zachary clarified, “I was only trying to help you apply the cream.”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to,” Cecilla replied, preparing to leave.

Zachary, wanting to avoid further misunderstanding, stopped her. “Nathaniel asked you to wait for him.”

Cecilla looked at him indifferently. “I can wait outside.”

Zachary, unsettled by her demeanor, said, “Don’t be afraid of me. I won’t hurt you again.”

Cecilla felt this was a cruel joke. It was the same tactic Zachary had used in the past to lower her guard.

“Can you step aside?” she asked. She didn't want to deal with him, regardless of whether he intended harm.

Zachary blocked the doorway. “Finish applying the medicine first, then you can go.”

Cecilla, fearing his unpredictable behavior, decided to comply. Afterward, Zachary said, his concern evident, “Don’t be so reckless in the future. Jumping from a moving car is dangerous. Luckily, you only suffered minor injuries this time.”

Cecilla remained silent, having long since learned to distrust his unpredictable moods. She swiftly finished applying the medicine. “Mr. Sinclair, I’m done. Can I leave now?”

Zachary’s heart ached as he met her clear, distant gaze. “Just stay here. I promise I won’t do anything to you, okay?” He softened his voice.

Cecilla’s gaze dimmed. She knew his words were untrustworthy. However, trapped on his property and knowing he was Nathaniel’s close friend, she couldn’t leave. She remained silent.

Seeing she wasn't leaving, Zachary fetched more cream, handing it to her after packing it. “Remember to apply it three times daily, and you won’t be left with any scars.”

Cecilla would have considered him a kind and competent doctor, were it not for his past actions. “Thank you,” she said, accepting the medicine.

Zachary, noticing her guard had lessened, wanted to apologize for his past behavior, but the words failed him. He considered his past mistakes: misidentifying her as his savior, lashing out, and causing her harm. He changed his approach.

“Cecilia, do you still remember saving someone in university?” he asked.

“I remember,” Cecilla said calmly. “He said he would repay me well.”

Zachary felt a lump in his throat. Cecilla swiftly changed the subject. “But I regret it now. If I had another chance, I definitely wouldn’t save him.”

Zachary started to explain, but Nathaniel interrupted, “Let’s go.”

Cecilia rose and followed Nathaniel. Outside, she threw the medicine Zachary had given her into a trash bin. She wondered if he had tampered with it.

Nathaniel asked, “What did you throw away?”

“Just trash.”