"Don Juan?" Dustin's lips twitched in disbelief. What was going on? Why did he get labeled as a playboy just for applying some medication to his patient?

"Ms. Harmon, there's a misunderstanding here. He's in fact applying the medication to my injuries." Dahlia could not suppress a tiny smile at the jealousy on Natasha's face.

"Well, if you don't trust my words, there's nothing I can do about it." Then, she slowly put on her clothes with a taunting look in her eyes.

"Hmph! I need some medication too!" Natasha sat down beside Dustin and started unbuttoning her clothes.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Shocked, he immediately stopped her.

She gave him a look of displeasure. "What? You can apply medication for her, but not for me?"

"That's because you're not hurt!" Dustin was helpless in the face of the young lady from a wealthy family who was acting like a child.

"Who said so? I am hurt in the heart, and it's much worse than what she's going through! Just touch it, and you'll know!" A