Out of Ashes Into His Heart novel Chapter 73

I couldn't help but get momentarily stunned. Then, I came back to my senses and understood that Tom was referring to the previous agreement; we had said we would help each other.

"Certainly." I hurriedly nodded. "When are we going?"

Tom glanced at me. "Really? Aren't you worried that I might sell you off to human traffickers?"

For a moment there, I wasn't sure how to respond to him, especially when he spoke in that tone. Should I continue holding the cotton swab or put it down? It felt wrong either way.

"Relax. I could never do that to you," Tom said jokingly.

I spoke up, feeling a little embarrassed, "Tom, if you aren't in a hurry, can we do it during the weekends?"

After all, I was still in my internship. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to keep applying for off days.

"Sure." Tom chuckled. "How about this weekend?"

That was a little too soon.

"What's the matter? Are you busy?"

"Not really." I hurriedly shook my head. "I have the time for our agreement."

"I'll ask someone to buy the flight ticket, then. We'll board the plane this Saturday morning and stay for a night in Drixmont. By Sunday noon, we'll be back here."

"Okay."

Once we agreed on the time, the living room was shrouded in silence as it bathed in sunlight. I was still holding the cotton swab in my hands. I couldn't help but raise my head, only to see that Tom was staring right back at me.

I didn't want things to get awkward, so I hurriedly lowered my gaze and rummaged for a roll of gauze in the first aid kit. I needed to wrap up his wound.

"Grace," Tom said. All of a sudden, he lowered his head, relentlessly exhaling his warm breath on me. As my heart raced, his face inched closer. I instinctively turned my head sideways and shut my eyes.

Seconds passed by. I didn't dare to open my eyes until I sensed that Tom had stopped advancing. I found myself staring into his amused gaze. His smile deepened as he said, "You're pressing on my wound, Grace."

I immediately blushed and propped myself up. Then, I quickly looked at Tom's arm. The wound had been disinfected earlier, but blood was seeping out once more after I pressed on it.

"I'm sorry," I said hurriedly.

"It's fine." Tom raised his hand and glanced at his wound. With a chuckle, he said, "I'll need your help to tend to it again, Grace."

"Alright." I immediately opened another pack of sterilized cotton swabs and tended to Tom's wound. It looked more serious now. I made it worse when I was supposed to be helping him.

"Does it still hurt?" I instinctively raised my gaze, only to find myself staring into his amused eyes. His lips curled into a grin, and his eyes sparkled brightly. It was such a captivating sight that I couldn't tear my eyes away.