Madam and the Stable Keeper (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 53

She had worked at the clinic for over seven years and had never seen a patient with symptoms like Walter’s. A strained chest, he said.

But as she took in the sight of his body slowly revealed between the buttons of his shirt, she found herself increasingly convinced.

With chest muscles like that, it was entirely plausible to suffer muscle pain—after all, “strained” was merely the patient’s subjective description.

“Do something for me, Edith.”

Walter leaned back lazily against the pillows propped at the head of the bed and spoke. His pose resembled less that of a patient and more that of a statue sculpted around the theme of temptation, causing Edith to momentarily avert her eyes.

“The strained spot… um, I’ll give you some herb oil—just massage it in.”

“Massage?”

“Yes. Glide your fingertips along the muscle fibers, pressing gently as you go.”

Edith poured the versatile herb oil into a small bottle and handed it to him.

In the dimness of night, alone in his room, breathing in the bittersweet aroma, she vividly recalled the night he’d been injured while rescuing her from her kidnapping.

“……”

The first time she saw his back, her hand had unwittingly reached out to touch his mesmerizing form—only to be startled by her own boldness.

Her lips suddenly felt parched, and the atmosphere grew strangely tense, as if something untoward would happen if she didn’t leave the room immediately.

As if sensing her inner turmoil, Walter grasped her slender wrist.

“You treated other patients yourself, didn’t you, Edith?”

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