---- Chapter 151 "T've got a first-aid kit at home. I'll clean you up when we get back," Wendy said. Liam nodded as he drove down the street. Once they got home, Wendy pulled out the first -aid kit and kneeled on the living room rug. She gently dabbed at the cut on Liam's cheek. "Does it look bad?" he joked. She shot him a look. "Does it hurt? Your lip's busted - quit talking so much." Liam kept his eyes on her. "It hurt earlier. But now, it doesn't anymore." "Did you hit a nerve or something ?

Maybe you should go to the ER," she said, clearly worried. She held the cotton swab midair, not realizing how close she had leaned in while treating his wound. Liam's breath was warm on her face, and she suddenly frowned. "You feel kind of hot." She pressed the back of her hand to his forehead, then checked her own for comparison. "Okay, no fever... but if you do spike one, I'm sending the bill to James," she said, huffing. ---- At the mention of James, her tone turned sharp with frustration.

Liam pursed his lips, gaze fixed on her. Every little movement felt so alive, and his heartbeat had long stopped listening to reason. He found himself watching her without meaning to, the corners of his mouth curling into a soft smile. She handed him a thermometer. "Here. Hold this under your tongue. Better safe than sorry." However, Liam didn't move. She waved a hand in front of his face. "Hello? Earth to Liam. You're zoning out.

Did you hit your head too?" Worried, Wendy grabbed her phone, about to call 911. "It's a little late for the hospital, don't you think?" Liam said, catching her hand before she could dial anyone. She frowned. "Are you sure you're okay? You're acting kind of weird." Still, he didn't let go. In fact, his grip tightened. "I'm fine. I'm a doctor, remember? I'd know if something was wrong." He said he was fine, but his hand told a different story-it stayed wrapped around hers. Wendy blinked.

"Well then, let go so I can finish." Liam seemed to realize what he was doing and awkwardly let ---- her go, avoiding her eyes. She grinned. "What, you don't trust my first-aid skills?" She clearly hadn't picked up on anything odd, focused on applying the ointment, and even teasing hima little. Liam turned his head away and cleared his throat. "You're used to doing surgeries, not patching up cuts." "Well, lucky for you, your injuries aren't that bad. You're doing way better than James.

At least you didn't end up with a concussion." Liam paused. "You actually think that?" "What else am I supposed to think?" Wendy dipped a fresh swab into the antiseptic. "He came looking for trouble. You just got dragged into it because of me." She said it so matter-of-factly, no hesitation or hidden meaning. Liam felt a pang of disappointment. He'd been reading into it too much. She wasn't relieved it was him instead-she just felt bad. "All done.

It's probably best if you skip washing your face tonight. Clean up in the morning," she said. Wendy's voice snapped Liam back to the moment. He let out a low "Thank you." She shook her head. "Don't thank me. You should be mad at me. already feel bad enough." He didn't respond. Instead, he got up and headed to the ---- bathroom. Once the door clicked shut, Wendy stopped packing the first - aid kit and sat still for a second. She stared toward the bathroom , brows drawn together ina deep frown.

She wondered how James had even found them. Plus, why did Liam lie and go face him alone? Even if Liam did it out of concern... what about James?