---- Chapter 84. Wendy pressed her lips together, suppressing her irritation. " We'll start with the men, then move on to the women. Do you have a problem with that, Mr. Frank? Or are you volunteering? Her voice carried a hint of challenge. She was sure James wouldn't actually go through with it. She expected him to throw out a sarcastic comment and walk off. Instead, he surprised everyone by shrugging off his blazer. "T don't mind," he said casually.

He couldn't stand the thought of Wendy touching another man. By the time that idea fully registered in his mind, he was already standing right in front of her. The CPR dummy had been moved aside. Wendy looked around at all the eager faces watching her, and suddenly, she felt cornered. This was supposed to be a professional training session. It shouldn't matter who the model was-man or woman, young, or old-everyone should be treated the same.

However, the thought of touching James made her instinctively recoil. When she didn't move, he gave her a pointed look. "What's ---- wrong, Dr. Sanders? Have you forgotten the steps?" he questioned. A few employees chimed in helpfully. "Dr. Sanders, maybe demonstrate it for us first. We can practice afterward." "That's right, Dr. Sanders. You were amazing when you gave first aid to that employee yesterday.

We definitely need to learn how to handle a heart attack today too." 'The pressure was mounting. Wendy knew that this situation wouldn't be nearly as uncomfortable if James hadn't shown up. She was annoyed with him but didn't want to show it in front of everyone. So, with a tight-lipped nod and eyes lowered, she finally spoke. "Mr. Frank, please lie down on the mat." James did as she said, stretching out without hesitation , his deep gaze locked on her the entire time. Wendy's frown deepened.

She kneeled beside him, placed her hands one over the other, and positioned them on his chest. The familiar warmth and firmness beneath her palms crept slowly up her arm and settled somewhere uncomfortably close to her heart. She took a deep breath. Then, she looked up and saw the employees' genuinely curious expressions. If James wasn't embarrassed, why should she be? ---- "This is the area I explained earlier," she said, raising her voice slightly to keep things professional.

"You'll need to apply firm, consistent pressure to this point." As she continued , someone in the group said, "Dr. Sanders , didn't you say earlier that it's best to remove the patient's clothing to find the exact spot?" Wendy sighed silently. Before she could respond, James reached up, grabbed her wrist, and pressed her hand firmly against his chest. He looked at her with a teasing glint in his eyes. "Dr.

Sanders, are you expecting me to undress myself?" She froze as she stared into those playful eyes, momentarily speechless. What the hell was wrong with him? Was he seriously doing this in front of everyone? He continued , "Or are you embarrassed to undress someone you know who needs emergency care?" His words weren't just teasing anymore-they were outright provocative.

Something was off about him today -he was saying things he would never have said before, acting like no one else was in the room. Wendy wanted to refute them, but she decided not to at the last second before she could say them. ---- He was the one lying there. If anyone looked ridiculous, it wouldn't be her. Her expression hardened. With practiced fingers, she began unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his well-defined chest.

Every inch of him, from his collarbone down, was territory she had once known intimately. She didn't have feelings for him anymore -she was sure of it -but something about seeing him like this still made her skin flush. Around them, murmurs of admiration rose from the employees. Wendy's forehead began to bead with sweat. "TI think this should be far enough," she muttered. Just then, James caught her hand before she could unbutton any further. His eyes were dark, and his expression was unreadable.