Naomi Neal quickened her pace to catch up with the man in front of her. Her voice remained soft, betraying no hint of displeasure at how Aiden Shaw had just snubbed her.
"Your hand is bleeding. I just wanted to bandage it for you. You might be overthinking this."
Aiden Shaw didn't break his stride. His dark brows furrowed slightly. "It's just a small cut. I'll wrap it myself."
Naomi Neal saw someone emerge from around the corner ahead. Her lips, painted a dusty rose, curved into an unreadable smile.
Suddenly, she lost her footing, her entire body stumbling toward Aiden Shaw.
"Aiden..."
Naomi Neal cried out in alarm, her exquisitely made-up face a perfect portrayal of flustered panic.
Aiden Shaw stopped short and reached out to steady her, his cool face devoid of any expression.
"See? I told you that woman was up to no good with your Dr. Shaw. Look at that, she's even throwing herself at him now."
