"I can do it." To prove she had regained her strength, Scarlett Yates threw off the covers and was about to get out of bed.
But as soon as her feet touched the ground, it felt like she was stepping on cotton, all soft and wobbly.
Maxwell Saxon, holding a water cup in one hand, caught her with the other, preventing her from falling.
He smiled, seemingly amused by her bravado, and helped her back onto the bed, "The doctor said you'll be back to normal by tomorrow at the earliest, so just lie here obediently and let me take care of you."
He wrapped his strong arm around her waist, keeping her steady.
Scarlett's body stiffened, feeling that even through her clothes, she could sense the warmth of his arm.
She hadn't felt this intensely before, but after last night, Scarlett felt she couldn't face Maxwell Saxon normally anymore.
Every time she saw him, she would recall kissing him, and the thought made her completely uncomfortable.
