Love At The Wrong Table

As a gynecologist, providing medical care to women was more than

common for Emmanuel.

Even though Claudette was soaking wet with her clothes tightly clinging to

her body, displaying the most delicate curves and contours of a woman, he

wasn’t the slightest bit aroused.

Hé merely skillfully applied professional techniques to the young lady’s chest.

Pfft! Claudette coughed up some water after Emmanuel pressed her chest

firmly twice.

That said, she still didn’t regain consciousness.

In order to save her, after assessing the situation, Emmanuel had no choice

but to pinch her nose and prepare to perform mouth–to–mouth resuscitation

on her.

Fortunately, the young woman’s originally pale face gradually regained color

and vitality after a few light coughs, and Emmanuel stopped at once.

In the next moment, Claudette sat up nervously. Feeling a cool sensation

throughout her body, she crossed her hands over her chest, but when she

saw that the man in front of her was Emmanuel, not only did she relax her

guard, but she also pursed her lips.

“W–Were you the one who saved me, Dr. Lowe?” Claudette’s face grew

increasingly red. She believed Emmanuel had performed mouth–to–mouth

resuscitation on her.

Doesn’t that mean my first kiss has been stolen?

“I did. That was a close call just now.” Emmanuel, on the other hand, was

nearly expressionless. He even took off his jacket to put it on Claudette.

After that, he stood up and observed their surroundings.

Meanwhile, Claudette wrapped her hands tightly around Emmanuel’s jacket,

smelling the faint scent on it.

His scent was pleasant, unlike how other men smelled. It was not a woman’s

smell either, but it was warm and captivating.

“How did you revive me just now, Dr. Lowe?” Claudette couldn’t help asking as

she gazed at Emmanuel’s towering figure.

“Just the normal chest compression. I was also about to give you

mouth–to–mouth resuscitation…” Emmanuel answered while searching for

wood nearby.

He knew they wouldn’t be able to go back up for at least a while. Hence, the

important thing now was to get their clothes dry, or things would turn

troublesome if Claudette fell sick later.

Alas, words can be misinterpreted sometimes. Emmanuel didn’t explain it

clearly, and Claudette genuinely thought he had kissed her.

Moreover, it was likely that he didn’t only do it once! Yes!

Regardless of whether she ended up with Emmanuel, she could rest in peace

knowing she had given her first kiss to the man she liked.

Watching Emmanuel’s busy and reliable figure, Claudette smiled happily. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Ms. Lenoir, the fire is lit. Come sit over here!”

Emmanuel’s survival skills in the wilderness were simply astonishing. In just a

few moments, he had ignited a small fire. Unfortunately, though, his

somewhat cold tone was rather perplexing.

However, Claudette didn’t mind it. Emmanuel’s perplexing demeanor was

also an attractive quality to her.

She preferred insensitive men like him rather than someone

smooth–tongued like Jonathan, who was repulsive to listen to.

She quickly stood up and walked toward the bonfire, wondering if she could

snuggle up next to him and warm herself by the fire. It would be more

romantic than any dance!

Alas, Emmanuel stood up as soon as she approached.

“You should warm yourself by the fire first. Don’t catch a cold!” he said as he

picked up a few sticks from the ground and went to build something in

another nearby cluster of trees.

Claudette was curious and also admired his incredible hands–on skills.

A short while later, he had actually built a wooden rack and then created a

pile of fire. He took off his shirt and placed it on the rack to dry.

His solid abs fascinated Claudette.

What kind of training has this man gone through? His abs are different from

those of gym trainers. They don’t appear disproportionately large, but it’s

evident that he’s incredibly strong!

Emmanuel’s face finally showed a hint of unease when he noticed Claudette

sneakily eyeing him. He smiled somewhat bashfully and asked, “Ms. Lenoir, I’d

like to dry my clothes first. Could you please look the other way?”