My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston)

Chapter 267 An Old Friend

Cynthia looked very pretty and had exquisite features. Wearing a blazer, she looked capable and gentle. She concentrated on dealing with the wound, which made her even more appealing.

Her treatment was very professional like a real doctor. She quickly helped him remove the fabric from the wound, disinfected the wound, and sprinkled inflammation-relieving medicine. Then she wrapped it up with a medical bandage and tied a bowknot skillfully.

After finishing everything, Cynthia had sweat on her forehead. She wiped off it and smiled at the man on the ground. "I briefly dressed the wound. Although it can temporarily stop the bleeding, you should go to a hospital to re-bandage the medicine and get a tetanus shot."

When the man saw her looking over, he quickly averted his eyes and was afraid to meet Cynthia's eyes. "Okay, thank you."

"It was nothing. It's my duty to save people..." When she finished speaking, her voice froze. She suddenly realized she was no longer a doctor.

The man noticed she was downcast. He frowned and changed the subject. "My name is Jakson. How about you? When I recover, I will express my gratitude to you!"

"Jakson?!" Cynthia exclaimed, which also shocked him.

"Yes. Anything wrong with that?" Jakson was a little embarrassed. He did have a bad reputation in society, but most people didn't know him. Did Cynthia hear his name before?

Cynthia had been dealing with the wound and hadn't noticed what he looked like. She moved the flashlight up and looked at the man carefully with the faint light.

Due to excessive blood loss, his face was a little pale, but he was very handsome. He had chiseled features and a pair of almond eyes. His eyes were piercing which made people afraid to look straight at them. His nose was prominent and his lips were thin.

He was quite good-looking but there was a ruthlessness in his face. Even if he was seriously injured, that sternness was still frightening.

"So you are Jakson!" Surprise flashed in Cynthia's eyes. "I'm Cynthia, Alston's wife. He mentioned you before."

When Cynthia's mother was hospitalized, Alex regretted it. So Alston asked Jakson to teach Alex a lesson. He mentioned this to Cynthia later and showed her Jakson's photo.

But at the time, Alston said that Jakson rose up from the bottom. He was scheming and ruthless. He even warned her not to get too close to Jakson if she met him someday.

Cynthia looked at Jakson's perfectly bandaged wound with fear and wondered if she got too close to Jakson.

When Jakson heard her name, he was stunned. The world was so small. The person who saved him was Alston's wife!

He and Alston had a history but they were just nodding acquaintances. He knew Alston had a wife who loved him very much, but he had never seen what his wife looked like and had never paid attention to his wife's name.

He didn't expect his wife would be the woman in front of him.

Jakson frowned and pursed his thin lips tightly. He couldn't tell what his feeling now was. He felt sour and bitter, which was very strange and made him uncomfortable.

She was already married. Jakson felt a sense of loss when realizing this.

Seeing Cynthia looking over, he quickly restrained the emotion in her eyes. He said, "What a coincidence. This is unexpected."

Cynthia nodded. "When I was in the alley, I was hesitating and was afraid it might be risky. Fortunately, I came in. Otherwise, you will lie here all night and the wound will deteriorate. If you lose too much blood..."

When she said this, she realized the next words might be inappropriate, so she hurriedly stopped. "Sorry, I was a doctor before. I used to...'

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"It doesn't matter. You don't have to be so cautious. Alston and I... We... we know each other very well!" He felt a little guilty when he said the last words.

He and Alston didn't know each other and they were even wary of each other.

"But

you should stop doing this kind of thing in the future. It's getting late. There are many unknown dangers in dark alleys. Women are particularly vulnerable." Jakson said seriously.

Cynthia nodded hurriedly. "Right. It's dangerous. I won't be so impulsive anymore."

As usual, she wouldn't care about these things in a dark place at night. She had a heavy heart today. The sound of gasping inside made she think of Alston.

When she thought of Alston being injured and lying in a corner with no one saving him, she would feel uncomfortable and throbbing in pain. That was why she walked into this alley.

Jakson was still lying on the ground. His complexion had recovered a lot. Looking at his face, Cynthia could tell he exercised regularly. He had a sturdy body, wide shoulders, a narrow waist, and six-pack abs. As he had a good immune system, his wound got better than before.

Cynthia had checked the wound. Since it was wrapped, it wouldn't worsen if he moved his body.

"It's too cold on the ground. Let me help you up. Where are you living? I'll send you home."

Cynthia squatted down beside him and asked in a low voice.

Jakson looked at her almond eyes and pursed his lips in disapproval. He just told her not to take risks and now she proposed to send a stranger home. "Does she really know what a stranger means?" Jakson thought in his mind but didn't say it. He wanted to get close to Cynthia further. Although he knew she was Alston's wife, her warmth made people want to get closer.

He had longed for this kind of warmth for twenty-eight years, but he had never encountered it before.

"I live in the front district. If it's convenient, could you help me? I'm afraid I can't walk very far." Jakson pointed to the wound on his abdomen.

The front district?

Cynthia thought about the location. It was a high-grade residential district, which was on the way back to her family. So she decided to send him home.

"No problem. I'll help you. Be careful."

As she spoke, she supported Jakson to stand up. His leg was not injured but he needed to exert the strength in his abdomen when standing up. So he leaned on Cynthia's shoulder.

Jakson looked at her slender shoulders and squinted his eyes. When he put his arm on her, her shoulder trembled and he could feel her shoulder was tense and stiff. A smile flashed in his eyes, which made him very charming.

It was the first time Cynthia was so close to a strange man. Jakson was very tall. Cynthia could only reach his shoulders, which was a perfect height to hold Jakson.

Jakson acted very well. Since he was really injured, almost half of his body was leaning on Cynthia. His bulk enveloped her. He could even hear her breath.

This feeling aroused Cynthia's goosebumps all over. She felt uncomfortable, but she had promised to send him home before. She couldn't break her promise on the way.

Jakson was tall, but Cynthia felt he was not heavy. She didn't know although Jakson seemed to be leaning on her with most of his body, he was walking by his own strength and didn't press on her.

The two walked silently for a while. The alley was about 1,500 feet away from his living place. It might be a little late. They didn't see anyone along the way.

After a while, they arrived at the gate. As the residence was upscale, the gate was on guard for the whole day.

Seeing them coming, the guard looked over. He seemed to know Jakson and his eyes were full of respect. When he saw the wound on his abdomen, his expression froze. He was about to run over when he suddenly felt Jakson's cold gaze. He instantly understood and stood up straight at the door, pretending not to see them.

He breathed a sigh of relief when the two of them passed by with the smell of blood. He looked at the petite figure under Jakson's arm and clicked his tongue. He didn't expect such a ruthless person to have a scheming side.

It seemed Jakson was obsessed with this woman very much.

Cynthia sent Jakson to his home, put him on the sofa, and put the medicine bag on the table.

His house was very big and empty. The room was gray, which looked very depressing and cold. Cynthia felt extremely uncomfortable. Besides, there were only two of them. It was not proper to stay longer, so she wanted to leave.

"The medicines are all in the bag. There are oral anti-inflammatory drugs in them. Take two of them later. I don't know why you don't want to go to the hospital, but you'd better re-bandage and change the medicine tomorrow. It's getting late. I gotta go."

When Cynthia was about to leave, the corner of her clothes was grabbed by his big hand with sharp knuckles. She lowered her head and met Jakson's pitiful eyes.