Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back - Chapter 107: Chapter 107

A nurse brought over a box of ointment. Samuel handed it to Simon and explained, "This is very effective against keloids, but you must be persistent.
"For the first few days apply it every three hours; once the scars begin to shrink, switch to once a day and keep going until they disappear completely."
Simon listened intently and nodded once. "Understood."
Samuel's hospital was private yet ranked among the finest nationwide. Elena had heard of it but had never set foot inside, nor met Samuel Shaw before today.
He plucked the ointment from Simon's hand, walked to the bedside, and said to Elena, "Lift your shirt and let me see your back."
"Okay," Elena answered, fingers already sliding under the hem of her clothes.
Simon's eyes flew wide. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Putting medicine on her," Samuel Shaw replied with deadpan seriousness.
"It's only ointment—nothing I can't handle. Give it here and step outside!" Simon shot back.
Without another word, he seized the box from Samuel Shaw.
Simon chuckled. "Tsk, tsk... Simon Whitmore, you're a goner."
Simon's jaw tightened. "Finish your check-up and leave. Now."
Dr. Simon patted his shoulder meaningfully. "Go cook the porridge already. Relax—I'm not stealing what's yours."
Simon stalked out, his face a gathering storm.
Samuel shook his head, still smiling.
Looking at Elena, he said, "You're the first person who can make him blow a gasket."
"Dr. Shaw, you misunderstand. We're not like that," Elena explained.
"Oh, I understand perfectly well what you two are," Samuel said.
Elena had no reply.
"Before you appeared," Samuel confessed with a sigh, "I honestly thought he was gay—every time we went out for drinks I was on edge.
"When you were drugged last time and he still wouldn't touch you, I was sure something was wrong; seeing you in person today finally makes everything clear."
"What do you mean?" Elena asked.
Samuel chuckled. "A man knows another man best."
Samuel thought, 'When a man is genuinely in love, he won't exploit a vulnerable moment; he'll guard her like a priceless gem and refuse to do anything that would make her suffer.
'Even drugged, Simon's only instinct was to protect her.'
The hospital had a small kitchen; Simon finished the porridge and carried the steaming bowl straight into the room.
Elena's eyes widened at the silky white porridge. "Did you cook this?"
"If I didn't, do you think Samuel Shaw did?"
Elena found the question oddly baffling.
Simon set the bowl on the side table, his expression dark. "What did he say to you?"
"He... he said he used to think you were gay."
Simon tugged at one corner of his mouth. "The only thing that man ever takes seriously is work. Don't believe a word he says."
"Okay." Elena nodded and studied his face for a moment.
'Such a face would be a real waste if he really did prefer men,' she mused.
"The porridge is too hot—let it cool. I'll put the medicine on first," Simon said.
There were so many wounds across her back that she couldn't possibly reach them herself.
Slowly, almost shyly, she lay on her stomach and bared her back.
Simon, for the first time, examined her injuries at such close range.
He could not fathom how a back so small and fragile could bear so many wounds.
The varying shades of bruises and welts betrayed injuries inflicted at different times—new pain added day after day.
How had she lived through all of that?
Elena lay there for a long while and still felt no movement from Simon.