Damien carefully cradled an ice pack near Jane’s face.
Jane couldn’t help but cry out in pain.
“Is it hurting?” Damien furrowed his brows.
“No,” Jane muttered.
“Just get accustomed to it.” Damien continued to apply the ice pack.
Jane gazed at the considerate man in front of her and unexpectedly said, “Thank you.”
“Hmm?” Damien glanced at her.
“Thank you for helping me vent my frustration,” Jane replied.
Damien’s face darkened marginally, “She had malicious intentions, so you let her hit you?”
“Then why not? It was a shoot, and I couldn’t hit her back?” Jane chuckled.
In private, she wouldn’t have let Gabriella off the hook.
Gabriella chose to attack when she couldn’t retaliate.
“It seems that I’m still useful.” Damien smirked.
Jane pursed her lips;
