Charlotte Thompson stared intently and recognized the cloth she had first used to bandage Vincent.
Initially, Charlotte wanted to reach out and take it, but she hadn't expected Vincent to suddenly retract his arm at that moment.
This left Charlotte looking at Vincent with an expression of incomprehension.
"I dirtied this cloth, so I'll wash it and then return it to you," Vincent earnestly folded the cloth.
"It's such a hassle; I can just deal with it when I get back," Charlotte shook her head.
"How can that be?" Vincent naturally refused Charlotte, and by then, he had already pocketed the cloth.
"Suit yourself then," Charlotte didn't really care about the handkerchief, so she didn't insist on taking it back.
"Now that I've been to the hospital and my wound is bandaged, can it be put away now?" Vincent looked up at Charlotte.
"Okay, as you say, Doctor Vincent," Charlotte teased him and made Vincent crack a smile.
