Chapter 078 If you don't kiss me forcefully, will I hit you?

Monica's tone was as flat as a pancake, totally lacking any warmth or emotion.

Alexander didn't look too hot either. Seeing that she didn't give a damn about his injury, his tone turned icy. "Sorry, my injury's acting up again. I don't wanna talk about work right now."

Monica was at a loss for words.

Was he nuts? He made her drop everything and come over, and now he didn't wanna talk shop?

Was he just messing with her for kicks?

She was fuming but kept it together. She just nodded. "Fine. Since we are both busy, I'll send someone else to handle the project with you. Goodbye."

With that, she turned and walked out.

Alexander was fuming. Couldn't she see he was hurt?

His cold voice followed her, laced with a mocking laugh. "I didn't expect your gratitude to be just a 'thank you.' Can't even change the dressing for the guy who saved your life. I'm really impressed. But since that's how it is, Ms. Brown, please leave!"

Monica stopped in her tracks.

No matter what, he did save her life.

After a moment of consideration, she turned back, pulled out the meds and medical tools from her bag, and set them on his desk.

She said flatly, "Each medicine is labeled, internal and external use, fever-reducing and anti-inflammatory, all clearly marked. This is Helen's special stuff. Follow the instructions, and you'll be good in half a month. I'm not great at this, so I'll get a doctor to come by later to change your dressing. Don't worry, I'll take full responsibility for your injury."

Alexander looked at the pile of meds and tools on the table. She had thought about his injury after all.

His anger melted away.

Seeing her about to leave, he called out, his voice softer, "Come over and change my dressing."

"No, Mr. Smith. You have a fiancée. Getting too close to another woman can cause misunderstandings," she replied coldly.

Alexander sighed quietly, looking at her. "I'm not engaged. They arranged everything without my say-so."

Monica was taken aback. He and Stella weren't engaged?

"Any more concerns now?" Alexander snorted lightly.

Monica stayed silent.

Seeing his injury was pretty bad, she decided not to argue.

She started prepping the tools and said without looking up, "Then sit on the sofa, Mr. Smith, and take off your shirt."

Alexander nodded and did as she asked.

Monica sat beside him, unwrapped the bandage on his arm, and saw the injury had gotten worse. She frowned.

Alexander spoke up, his voice faint, "The medicine wore off last night."

Monica wasn't surprised. She knew when her medicine's effects would wear off, but his tone made it sound like he'd been through a lot.

She gave him a weird look. "Aren't you supposed to be tough?"

When the shrapnel was removed, he didn't even flinch.

She cleaned his wound again and said while applying the medicine, "I'll say it again, your wound can't get wet, and no strenuous activities. If you don't follow orders, it won't heal."

"I was following the instructions. But someone hit me."

"If you didn't use force to kiss me, would I have hit you?"

She blurted out without thinking.

Immediately, she felt Alexander's intense gaze on her, accompanied by his low chuckle. She felt even more frustrated, wondering why she was still there, playing nurse.

The room was thick with a suggestive vibe.

Monica just wanted to get it over with. She didn't hold back, and when he winced in pain, he snapped, "Ms. Brown, can you be a bit gentler?"

"If you want gentle, why not call your fiancée? I'm sure she'd be very gentle."

Alexander's tone turned icy, "How many times do I have to say it? She's not my fiancée."

"It's done." Monica didn't bother responding. After bandaging his wound, she packed up her stuff, leaving only two packs of medicine. "This one's for inflammation and pain relief, three times a day, and your wound won't hurt anymore. The other is for external use. Tomorrow morning, let Joseph change it for you."

"You seem to forget I got this injury for you."

"So what do you want?" Monica looked up at him.

"You come and change it for me."

"No, I can't come tomorrow morning."

"Busy?"

"Yes."

"With what?"

"Personal matters."

"What personal matters?"

Monica frowned. She already said it was personal, why was he still prying?

Alexander saw her expression and couldn't help but think of the past. She used to tell him everything, even if he didn't want to hear it. Now she didn't even want to say a word to him?

His voice turned cold, "What personal matters?"

It seemed he wouldn't drop it until she answered.

But there was nothing she couldn't say, so Monica gave in, "Tomorrow, Evelyn's dad is having surgery, and I need to be at the hospital."

"Evelyn? I heard she's good friends with Helen. Her dad's surgery should be done by Helen, right?"

"Are you trying to get medical help for Stella again?" Monica paused, looking at him, her voice icy. "I've told you, give up on that idea. Helen will never treat Stella."

Alexander was speechless.

Why did it feel like Helen was a bomb between him and Monica? Mention Helen, and she always linked it to Stella.

He was about to speak, but Monica had already pulled out the design proposal she brought and asked coldly, "You said there was a problem with the design proposal. What is it?"

Alexander was caught off guard.

There was no problem. He just wanted to trick her into coming over. Helen's design was flawless.

But he couldn't say that, so he said, "I hope your company can prioritize the Smith Group's project ASAP. Otherwise, the Smith Group's opening will be delayed because of your company, CLOUD."

Monica was helpless. This was something that could've been said over the phone, but he made her come over.

Was he just messing with her?

She didn't want to talk to him anymore and said coldly, "Alright, I'll relay it to Helen. If there's nothing else, Mr. Smith, I'll be leaving."

She didn't want to stay with him a second longer.

Alexander snorted and said nothing.

Monica opened the door to leave, but to her surprise, Joseph was standing there with a big bag of lunch boxes.

He looked at Alexander, then at Monica. "Mrs. Smith, it's lunchtime. I bought a lot. Why don't you and Mr. Smith have lunch together?"