Richest Mogul

“Ah!” Skylar cried out in pain.. 

Joe’s eyes appeared before her. They were devoid of any sleepiness. His eyes were so dark–it was as if they could devour the night sky. 

His hand still gripped her arm tightly, with a fierce strength that seemed like it could snap her arm in half. 

“I was being kind to your Skylar exclaimed tearfully. 

Joe seemed to realize only then. His eyes showed regret. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rough.” 

It had been an instinctive reaction. He thought someone was trying to abduct him again. In his drowsy 

state, he seemed to have returned to that dark warehouse. 

“Did you have a nightmare?” Skylar asked while rubbing her bruised arm, exasperated. 

He was really too rough. If he had grabbed her neck, it would’ve been broken for sure. He was definitely 

trained 

She silently swore to maintain a safe distance from Joe in the future. She didn’t want to end up dead for 

no reason one day. 

When Joe saw the bruises on Skylar’s arm, he frowned. “Let me take you to the hospital.” 

*No need. I’ll just apply some ointment.” Skylar refused. 

It was already midnight. There was no need to bother the doctors at the hospital at this late hour. These bruises were nothing to her anyway. 

Despite growing up in the countryside, her skin was naturally delicate. Even a slight bump or knock would leave severe bruises. However, they would heal in a couple of days with some ointment. 

Joe felt guilty. His eyes lingered on her bruised arm. 

The fingerprints were so clear that they reminded him of rough sex. 

He lifted his gaze and caught sight of Skylar’s glossy red lips. Instantly, his throat tightened. 

He frowned and stood up abruptly. “I’ll go get the first aid kit.” 

When Joe returned downstairs, he had a large box in his hands. 

Skylar thought it was more like a treasure chest than a first aid kit. 

As the kit was opened, it revealed an array of medications. 

Joe rummaged through it and found a tube of ointment. 

Skylar reached out to take it 

“It’s hard for you to apply it nicely. Let me do it for you.” Joe opened the tube cover and squeezed some white cream onto his fingertip. 

Skylar didn’t resist. “Okay.” 

Despite his cold demeanor, he was actually quite attentive. He gently applied the ointment to her skin with his slightly rough fingertips. 

The room was silent, and they were sitting so close on the couch that they could hear each other’s 

breaths. 

Skylar suddenly felt that they were too close. It was as if their breaths were intertwining. 

Joe’s gaze lingered on her long, trembling eyelashes for a few seconds. 

“That should be enough,” Skylar quickly reminded him when she saw him squeeze out more ointment. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

She only had sensitive skin, not fragile. She knew he didn’t do it on purpose, and he took responsibility, so 

she wasn’t so angry anymore. 

Her arm should be fine with so much ointment applied. 

As Joe looked at the glaring bruise on her fair arm, his eyes darkened. He glanced at his watch and asked, “Did I fall asleep?” 

“Yeah, for about 40 minutes.” When Skylar stood up, she felt a bit dizzy from drowsiness. 

After answering him, she added, “I’ll go rest now, Mr. Martin.” 

“Wait.”