Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress Chapter 113 - Do You Need Help Changing?

After spending several minutes applying ice on her injury, Damien got up and headed to his closet. When he returned, he gave Katherine a clean white t-s.h.i.+rt. "Change into this. You wouldn't be comfortable to rest in those clothes," he said, referring to her top and jeans.

Gingerly receiving the t-s.h.i.+rt, she swallowed. Did he expect her to be in her underwear only, apart from the s.h.i.+rt? "I can't just walk around wearing only a t-s.h.i.+rt, what about—"

"You can't walk around anyway." The two of them looked at each other before he resigned, turned around and retrieved a pair of boxer shorts from his closet. 

Handing her the pair, he asked with a serious expression, "Do you need help changing?"

"What?" She glared at him, a blush slowly creeping up from her neck.

"I'll be fine. I'm not paralyzed, I merely sprained my ankle. I can still move, I can still walk," she added.

"You are not to walk. You are to stay in bed and not move around. You need to rest that foot if you want it to heal fast. Be careful, don't move too much. I'll be back in a few." He huffed and walked out of the room, leaving her grimacing. 'So bossy,' she thought.

Katherine quickly changed into his s.h.i.+rt and boxers while avoiding putting a strain on her foot. Despite being mad at Damien because of their argument earlier, how could she hate him when he's being so caring towards her? Her irritation went down a little.

Ten minutes later, Damien came back carrying a medicine kit. He sat on the bed and examined her foot thoroughly. He was glad to see that the swelling has gone down a little. Without saying anything, he picked up an elastic bandage and started wrapping it on her foot. He used to play soccer in his teens and had his fair share of foot injuries, so he was pretty good with how he took care of Katherine's sprain.

She watched as he carefully worked on her foot. Her heart ached as he did his best in taking care of her. Her hand slightly moved when she felt the urge to touch his face but she hid her hand behind her instead, feeling the need to be more stubborn at the moment though she didn't really need to.

Then, Damien checked if he had securely fastened the bandage. "I called your doctor earlier to ask what medicine you can take for the pain since you can't take ibuprofen anymore." 

He put something on the nightstand and said, "You can take this instead but only if your pain is really unbearable. Otherwise… don't." He placed her foot back on the pillow and got up, taking the medicine kit with him as he walked towards the door.

Suddenly feeling alarmed, Katherine straightened. "Where are you going?"

"Food," he answered briefly without looking back before he closed the door behind him.

With the way that Damien acted around her, she wasn't sure if he was still mad. He was very caring and very cold at the same time that it was confusing. Feeling helpless, Katherine flopped on the bed and sighed.

After spending a day at the resort entertaining the investors and overseeing the shooting, Katherine was exhausted. She decided to close her eyes for a bit to relax while waiting for him to come back but she ended up falling asleep instead.

At eleven in the evening, she woke up in the dark and realized that she had fallen asleep for four hours when she saw the time on the clock. She scanned the room but there was no sign of Damien. Reaching for her phone on the nightstand, she noticed a note that he scribbled on a paper under her phone.

"Call me when you wake up. Don't walk by yourself."

'This man…' She sighed and chewed on her bottom lip.

Katherine checked her foot and noticed that the swelling had subsided and it was no longer painful, so she decided to go downstairs to look for Damien. 

She sauntered towards the stairs and found him asleep on the sofa, facing the backrest. He must have been really tired from working and the flight back home. 

Earlier, Damien came back and brought her dinner but found that she was fast asleep. He didn't want to disturb her rest and thought that she didn't want him to be there in the bedroom so he chose to give her some s.p.a.ce instead.

Alighting the stairs, she still had a little difficulty flexing her foot but it was nothing that she couldn't handle. Katherine stood by the sofa and watched his back that was facing her. "Dummy… we only had a discussion and you're already staying away from me," she muttered.

Her head was clearer now that she was rested. Lifting the blanket, she slid under it and pressed herself against his back, her arms snaked around his waist.

Awakened by her presence, Damien fluttered his eyes open and slightly turned his head to the side. This wasn't a bad way to wake up — he loved it.

"What are you doing here? You should be resting, not walking around."

"My foot no longer hurts. And I'm not walking around, I'm currently lying down… I'm okay," she rea.s.sured.

Placing a hand over hers, he asked, "Are you hungry? I'll get you some food."

A small smile formed on her face and she pressed her face against his broad back, smelling his scent that she missed over the days that he was away on a business trip. "No… but I missed you."

Hearing her words, Damien sighed. She finally told him that she missed him but it took her a late afternoon argument to admit so. He wanted to roll his eyes. "Really? It didn't seem like it."

Feeling a tinge of sarcasm in his words, Katherine pouted. "Okay… I deserve that. I'm sorry."

Damien slightly smiled before he turned around to face her. He placed an arm under her head while the other wrapped around her waist to hold her in place, maintaining a good distance for them to see each other eye to eye.

"Do we still need to talk about it?" she asked, wondering if they could both just try to move past how ugly their conversation was earlier.

"I don't know… Do we have to?" he stared into her eyes.

"I don't like arguing with you," she said with a wistful expression on her face, making his heart throb. 

Bringing his hand up, he brushed the hair away from her face and caressed the side of her face. "Me neither… But I guess we have to. We don't need to argue, though... let's just talk. Is that okay?"

Nodding, Katherine nuzzled on his face and tightened her embrace.