Chapter 114 Practice

• "What's wrong?" Zenon asked as he spotted her with a first aid kit in hand.
• "I just want to help you take care of that wound," Meredith said, stepping towards the bedside and opening the first aid kit.
• "What wound?" Zenon brushed his damp hair back, strolling closer. Meredith felt a blush creeping up as she pointed at the bite mark under his collarbone. Zenon glanced down and grinned. He lounged on the bed, propping his head on his hand, his intense gaze locked on Meredith, assuming a relaxed posture as he waited for her to tend to him. She finally cares about me. That's an improvement. I didn't get bitten for nothing.