Dylan immediately said, "Of course it's different. I'm a man, I have thick skin, I'm not afraid of pain. You are... my woman, I should protect you. Besides, how could I let you get hurt..."
Even if she lost a single strand of hair, he would feel distressed, especially seeing such a beautiful foot with a big blister, it pained him just to look at it.
"You say it as if I would let..." Nell Harris said, trailing off, her face turning even redder.
Dylan's smile grew wider, he leaned in closer, his face touching hers, and asked, "Let what..."
Nell Harris gave him a gentle push, "Where's the antiseptic medicine?"
"Nell, finish what you were saying."
Nell Harris pinched his slightly unruly hand, "Hurry and take out the antiseptic medicine."
Dylan still wouldn't let go, "Finish saying it, and I'll take it out."
Unable to deal with his insistence, she had no choice but to lean in and whisper softly in his ear.
