Warm steam filled the private bathroom with its black granite stone nuances. Zean seated Helga on the edge of the marble sink, ignoring the fact that his own tactical attire still smelled of gunpowder and dried blood. With extraordinarily careful movements, forming a stark contrast to the tactical cruelty he had shown a few minutes ago, Zean's large fingers took a piece of sterile gauze and antiseptic liquid from the medical box.Helga remained still, her stubborn nature causing her beautiful eyes to stare straight into Zean's dark irises. When the antiseptic liquid touched the laceration on her left cheek, a slight twitch appeared at the corner of Helga's lips, yet not a single complaint escaped. Her iron mental firmness was as cold as ice."You went too far by making yourself the bait without my full consent, Helga," Zean whispered, his voice hoarse, low, and laden with a restrained possessive passion. He pressed the gauze gently, stopping the remaining flow of blood that had briefl
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