Chapter 92

“Arghh,” Jessica screamed. Xavier dropped the cups onto the table and rushed to stand beside her.

“What was that?” he asked, taking her hands in his and looking over them.

“I was not looking, but I think the oil and spices from the meat dropped into the fire, causing it to flare up,” she explained.

She had asked him to trust her that she would not get hurt, but here she was with a burn wound on her hand.

“Let me get the first aid box, but sit here first,” he said, leading her to the chair by the table. He left her hand and dashed inside to search for the box.

He found one right by the kitchen exit door, took it in his hands, and sprinted out to meet her. He silently cleaned the surface and put ointment on it. Jessica was expecting the “I told you so,” but it did not come, so she settled her min