Unscented

"If you hadn’t come to save me at that time, you wouldn’t have been injured, and you wouldn’t have..." Melissa looked up at him. Her eyes were full of guilt.

Before she could finish speaking, Murray lowered his head and kissed her teary eyes.

His magnetic voice sounded in her ears. "Melissa, I was willing to save you because you are the love of my life. I must protect you."

Melissa’s heart beat furiously at that moment. She threw herself into his arms and reached out to embrace his waist.

At that moment, she only wanted to be a little girl, leaning into the arms of the man she loved and feeling his warmth.

"Murray, let’s get engaged." Melissa pursed her lips.

This man had done so much for her and she didn’t want to wait.

"Don’t worry. Jose will prepare it for us. It’s very important. I hope we can be a little more cautious," Murray raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice.

He didn’t want to rush. He was going to give her the grandest and most luxurious engagement party.

"It would be great if Grandfather could see it", he thought.

Murray looked out of the window coldly. His grandad had been unconscious for a long time. When would he wake up?

"Are you thinking about your grandpa?Why don’t we go and see him?" Melissa immediately said. She knew what was on Murray’s mind at a glance.

"Alright." Murray nods in agreement.

Melissa helped him into the wheelchair and the two of them went towards Marc’s ward.

He was still lying on the bed. A lot of tubes were on his body. They were connected to various medical instruments on the side, and the heart detector checked his weak heartbeat.

The indicators showed his condition was not very good.

Melissa looked worriedly at Murray beside her, and took his hand in hers.

"Don’t worry. I believe that Marc will be fine. He will recover.When he recovers, I will immediately give him treatment. When that time comes, he will definitely wake up."

She had no doubt about it.

Melissa was confident that she could cure Marc.

"I believe you." Murray smiled.

"Grandpa, I have good news for you. Melissa and I are getting engaged," Murray said as he held Marc’s hand and looked down at him expectantly.

His voice fell, but Marc was still lying there without any reaction.

Murray’s eyes dimmed. Marc was in a deep coma, so how could he hear him?

At this time, Melissa suddenly grabbed his arm in surprise. "Murray, look, grandpa’s finger moved."

Murray’s surprised gaze settled on Marc’s hand. As expected, he saw his fingers moving.

Melissa quickly pressed the bell and called for the nurse and Zane to check on Marc’s body.

Zane said happily after giving Marc a physical examination, "Mr. Gibson, Mr. Marc’s condition has finally improved. He was critically ill again earlier. In fact, we didn’t think there was any hope."

Zane paused for a moment before continuing, "Fortunately, Ms. Eugen helped us. We just checked on Marc’s body. All of his bodily functions are gradually recovering."

Murray breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

Melissa held his big hand and said firmly, "Murray, everthing will be fine. Marc’s condition has improved a lot. In a few days, I can give him the last treatment. He will wake up at that time."

"OK," Murray responded indifferently.

Murray looked at the confidence in Melissa’s eyes and knew that she could cure Marc. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have said that.

He then looked at the doctor and said, "Zane, please keep an eye on my grandfather’s situation at all times."

"No problem." Zane agreed.

"Don’t worry, let’s go back to your ward," Melissa said still holding his hand.

It was clear to her that Marc was most likely excited after hearing Murray’s news that they were engaged. That was a good thing.

After returning to Murray’s room, Melissa said she was going back to her ward.

However, the man took her hand.

"What’s wrong?" She turned around in confusion.

"Stay with me," he said pulling Melissa back to his ward.

Looking at Murray’s gaze, Melissa could only agree.

Melissa sat near the head of the bed and took out Luca’s ointment, preparing to change the medication on her feet.

She had to get better as soon as possible to treat Marc.

Moreover, she had to prepare the scar softening lotion for Murray.

He must not have a wound on his back.

Melissa took the medication, lowered her head, and began to apply. The hair around her ears blocked her view, making her uncomfortable.

She raised her head and was about to look for a hair clip, but Murray sat next to her and took the ointment from her hand. His eyes were gentle.

"You helped me just now. This time, it is my turn to help you."

Before Melissa could say anything, Murray took the cotton swab and applied it to her feet.

It was hot from the lotion, but for some reason, she actually felt itchy. Was it because of him?

She could no longer feel the pain and only felt the tingle in her heart.

Melissa stretched out her feet and saw that they were especially small in Murray’s palm. He carefully held it and applied ointment to her.

After a while, Murray held her other foot and repeated the process. He was always cold to others, but he was extremely sincere and kind to her.

He treated her seriously, and his movements were gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

The temperature of Murray’s hands was so high that Melissa only felt that her feet were heating in his palm, but she did not want to withdraw them.

Her face was blushing and her forehead was covered in sweat.

After Murray finished, Melissa quickly pulls back her feet.

The atmosphere was somewhat romantic.

Murray put down the bottle he was holding and looked up to see Melissa blushing.

"Do you feel hot?"

He smiled, and he kept his eyes on her.

Melissa hurriedly shook her head. "No, I just feel that this room is a little stuffy."

She looked away leaning against the back of the chair with her eyes closed, pretending to rest.

However, she suddenly felt a hint of tobacco in her breath.

Melissa opened her eyes again, and then she saw Murray’s face in front of her.

"Why are you so close to me?" she asked, staring at him with her clear eyes.

She subconsciously raised her hand to push him away, but Murray grabbed her wrist immediately.

"We are engaged now. What do you think I want to do?"

Melissa was confused.

Wasn’t this man crippled?

Why was he still thinking about those things?

Melissa thought either he had a fever or she did!