Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237: 237-Playing Doctor-Nurse With My Stepbrother

Helanie:

"To my room," I uttered, pointing at my room. He was walking closely behind me, his heavy footsteps sounding like a monster enraged.

He was so tall and big that I felt his presence like a whole-ass tower hovering behind me.

"I know where the room is. I live here," he muttered under his breath, more like answering to himself.

I opened the door, and he stared at me, then inside before stepping in first. I followed and closed the door.

The instant I turned on the lights, the outside view looked even darker.

"You sit here, I will go get the aid box," I pointed at the cozy sofa with the lamp.

"And you thought if you didn’t tell me, I would sit on the toilet?" he grumpily complained, sitting down on the couch next to the bed instead.

Of course, he did. The other couch could only make space for him.

"Okay, now!" I pouted, opening the box that was already here when I arrived.

"Umm, we will clean your wound," I snapped my fingers and grabbed a sponge.

He sat like a child forced to take part in a play.

His gigantic hands on his knees, his fingers tapping restlessly.

I stood in front of him, hunching just a little, as even when sitting, he was pretty much my size.

I had to awkwardly stare at his face while he stared at mine.

I started dabbing the sponge around his wound, cleaning the area.

After I had cleaned his face with the most awkward eye contact that I tried avoiding, I grabbed another sponge to now use some ointment to clean it.

I could tell he was already not satisfied.

I bent down in front of him a little once more, my face at his face level.

Once I touched the sponge to his wound, he winced, but he didn’t even flinch, it seemed forced.

That’s when my hand motion slowed down, and I accidentally looked into his eyes since he kept staring at me shamelessly right in the eye.

He cleared his throat and finally looked away, but stared at the ceiling instead now.

"Now!" I straightened my back and tapped my finger on my chin, wondering what to do next.

No one has ever given me aid before. The only time I did get any care was whenever I was passed out.

So it was pretty much something I had to do for the first time in person. I was scared I was pressing too hard or not cleaning it right.

I finally realized what I needed to do.

"Now I will stitch the wound," as soon as I said that out loud, I watched him jump like he had a mouse in his clothes.