Chapter 4

"No subway today," Jack said, glancing at his watch. "Let's go."

Afraid of annoying him, I didn't insist further.

Jack, being a surgeon, was always a neat freak. I didn't dare eat anything in his car, so I stuffed the egg and milk into my backpack.

As I got into the car earlier, I must have aggravated the tender area between my legs. Sitting in the car seat made me feel uncomfortably stiff.

Jack seemed to notice. He closed his tablet and lowered the partition in the car.

"We'll stop by a pharmacy. You should apply some ointment," he said.

I kept my head down, my face burning hot. "Okay."

"If it still hurts after applying the medicine, come to the hospital. I'll take care of it."

"Alright."

"I drank a bit too much last night. I lost control and hurt you."

"It's okay, Mr. Carlisle," I said softly.

"I was drunk too. It wasn't entirely your fault."

I understood Jack's meaning clearly. In his view, last night was just drunken sex. But the truth was, I hadn't been drunk at all. I had deliberately used alcohol as an excuse to let myself cross the line.

"Don't overthink it. Focus on your studies for now."

"Mm."

The car moved smoothly forward. I sat properly, occasionally brushing against his pants with my bare legs when the car bumped. He didn't move away, but I discreetly shifted further from him.