My Baby’s Daddy novel (Anastasia)
Chapter 2573

Zacharias' face turned grim. He stepped forward and grabbed Shirley's wrist. "Go upstairs. I'll apply some ointment for you."

"I don't need it, thank you. Let go of me," Shirley refused. She tried to withdraw her hand only to tug on the wound on her back, causing her to hiss reflexively in pain. "It doesn't hurt, huh?" Zacharias huffed. "Come upstairs with me."

Just like that, Shirley was dragged upstairs, leaving Tony blinking downstairs. Damn, Uncle Zacharias is so domineering. A real man should be like him! After leading Shirley to her room, Zacharias went back out and came back with the first aid kit.

"Just leave the kit here," she said to Zacharias. "I can handle it myself."

Naturally, he wouldn't take no for an answer. "What, afraid I'll take advantage of you?" he asked with a quirked brow.

"You say it as if you haven't done it a few times already," Shirley retorted. At that, Zacharias replied with a quirked brow, "Not today. Take off your shirt and turn your back to me."

"I'm fine, really. You should leave," Shirley insisted. However, Zacharias wasn't backing down either. "You have to let me apply the ointment."

Shirley bit her lip and eventually removed her suit jacket and put it aside. Then, she lifted her black sweater and unhooked her bra to expose her entire back.

Sure enough, a long bruise had formed on her back, and under the light, it looked somewhat horrifying. Zacharias' heart tightened. Who beat her so brutally?

"Who did this to you?" he asked.

"Just some street hooligans," Shirley replied.

"How many of them?"

"Eight. I took them all down," Shirley said triumphantly.

"Can't you stay out of trouble?" Zacharias remarked with displeasure. "I can, but I'm not afraid of trouble. They stopped our car first. That was why I fought back, Shirley explained. At the same time, she felt the warmth of fingertips gently applying ointment to her bruise.

The man didn't even use a cotton swab; he directly used his hand to apply the medicine. The warmth from his fingertips would enhance the penetration of the medicine into the skin, achieving a better healing effect.

Shirley felt a slight warmth in the area where the man was applying the ointment. She bit her lips, experiencing the man's large palm rubbing her back. Just then, Zacharias applied some pressure, causing her to cry out in pain.

He immediately became gentler. Though rubbing with some force would be more effective, his heart ached for her, so he did not apply too much pressure.

After applying the ointment, Zacharias noticed the smooth and glossy skin on her back. He was certain it would carry a delicate fragrance if he kissed it. At that, his breath became slightly rapid, and he struggled to restrain himself.

Shirley quickly pulled her sweater down when he finished applying the ointment. Meanwhile, Zacharias crouched down to tidy up the first aid kid, not wanting her to see the intense desire in his eyes.

"Thank you," Shirley expressed her gratitude. No matter what, he had helped her.

"Next time you encounter such a situation, don't take matters into your own hands. Call for help first," Zacharias advised.

"Am I the type of person who's afraid of death?" Shirley retorted. Zacharias looked at her seriously. "You may not be afraid of death, but I am."

Shirley was stumped for a moment, unable to replace the right words. She even felt a burning sensation in her chest. His words were more captivating than any confession.

"Don't you dare die in front of me," he continued to command. Shirley blinked and stubbornly retorted, "How could I possibly die in front of you? The fortune teller said I'm tough to kill."

"Very well." Zacharias smirked. However, Shirley suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable. He's tougher to kill, right? she thought. "I'll sort this matter out. I won't let any of these people off the hook," Zacharias said and left with the first aid kit.

Shirley blinked. Well, it's good that he sees to it. They're sc*ms of society and need to be taught a proper lesson after all.