"How exactly did the lady manage to bring Mr. Luther back to his senses?"
Hesitation was written all over Ramsey's handsome face.
"This...." "What do you mean 'this'?"
Looking at the stuttering appearance of his own son, Uncle Carlos's brows knit closely together.
"If Grandpa asks you a question, you answer it directly!!" Joshua watched disinterestedly from the side.
"Yes," Ramsey let out a silent sigh in his heart, and truthfully reported what he saw.
As his words fell, the living room descended into absolute silence.
Shock was written all over the faces of the three elders. "So... just one kiss?
And Sinclair came back to his senses?"
"Yes, " Ramsey nodded with absolute certainty.
"It was just a kiss. Everyone present saw it."
Grandpa Luther didn't speak, his wise, aged eyes squinted slightly, as if pondering something.
Uncle Carlos kept his eyes lowered too, also silent.
Only Joshua looked shocked, his eyes almost bulging out in surprise.
Could he have lost to Lady Luther not because of her medical skills, but her beauty?!
Thinking of this, he felt so nauseous that he almost vomited blood.
Meanwhile, Camilla's delicate fingers moved on Sinclair's back, once she found the acupuncture point, she skillfully inserted the silver needle in her hand.
This set of acupuncture skills was taught to her by her grandfather when she first started learning medicine.
And he often supervised her practice.
Only after marrying Sinclair in her previous life did she understand her grandfather's intentions.
Camilla knew her grandfather, who was full of medical skills, wouldn't have her do these merely to please the Luther Family.
Then, why is it? This time, she must clear up this matter.
Her soft and boneless hand on his back brought a tingling sensation, the faint sweet scent of the woman subtly drilled into Sinclair's nostrils.
His eyes slightly narrowed, the muscles on his back involuntarily tightened.
Camilla noticed this and her delicate eyebrows furrowed.
"You're too tense, relax a bit," She stopped the needle, using her hand to rub the tensed muscles.
"Otherwise, the needle will easily shift, not only will it not have an effect, but it might even worsen the condition."
Sinclair's thin lips slightly pursed.
In an instant, he adjusted his breathing, forcibly relaxing his muscles.
Camilla became serious again, her hand continued to explore downwards towards the clearly defined muscles of the man's legs.
"Just bear it a bit longer, it'll be over soon."
Sinclair felt that he needed to find a way to divert his attention.
"Do you treat all your patients ?"
His voice was husky and low, inexplicably appealing.
"Like what? You mean responsible?"
While inserting the needles, Camilla casually answered Sinclair's question.
"This is our duty as doctors." Sinclair pursed his lips.
He seemed unsure of what to say to this woman.
The room fell silent once again.
A few minutes later, Camilla laughed.
"Alright!!" Sinclair said nothing. His deep, dark eyes narrowed slightly.
As Camilla inserted the last acupuncture needle, he felt a chill spreading within him, consuming his volatile energy bit by bit.
He'd never felt before.
"It will be very comfortable next. Have a peaceful sleep."
Sweat lightly covered Camilla's delicate features under the light, creating an uncommonly beautiful sight.
"I'll go out first to let Grandfather Luther rest, and come back to accompany you later."
Before Sinclair could respond, she stood up and walked out. Would she return to keep him company?
Sinclair watched Camilla, a rare emotion rapidly flickering through his bottomless eyes. -- City S.
In the dimly lit room, the man paused playing with his Buddhist prayer beads.
"You're saying, the woman surnamed Rodriguez indeed controlled Sinclair's condition?"