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 inspecting them.

“I wasn’t 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 on her hand.

“Let me get the first aid kit, but sit here first,” he said, leading her to the chair by the table. He released her hand and dashed inside to find the kit.

He found one right by the kitchen exit door, grabbed it, and hurried back out to her. He quietly cleaned the wound and applied ointment. Jessica had expected an “I told you so,” but it never came, so she relaxed. Maybe he wasn’t that petty after all.