The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

“Take a seat.”

James found the medicine box from the cabinet, sat down beside Derek, and gently squeezed his arm.

Derek groaned in pain.

“Well, your bones weren’t injured. Roll up your cuffs.”

Derek obediently rolled up his cuffs, and James applied a trauma lotion on his arm.

Seeing that the corners of his mouth were also broken, James dipped a cotton swab with disinfectant. Just when the cotton swab touched the wound, Derek shrank back with tears in his eyes. “It hurts! It hurts!”

“Okay, I’ll be careful.” James tried to be gentle and dealt with the wound on his mouth carefully.

Derek leaned closer, smiled, and asked proudly. “Mr. Walker, was I brave just now?”

James said casually, “In fact, you didn’t need to do it. I’m a black belt in taekwondo.”

“…”

After treating the wound, James closed the medicine box.

“If it hurts badly, just tell me and I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“Mr. Walker…” Derek grabbed James’s sleeve and looked at him with his watery eyes.

His tone was a bit childish. “I was seriously injured for you. Shouldn’t you give me a little reward? You haven’t given me the reward for passing the test last time yet…”

James held back the smile. “Tell me, what kind of reward do you want?”

Derek bulged his cheek out and poked it with a finger. “Here, kiss here.”

James’s pupils shrank. “Derek, are you looking for a beating?”

He was refused?

Derek immediately covered his arm and cried out loud. “It hurts… It hurts…”

“What’s wrong? Does it hurt badly?” James hurriedly stood up. “Let me take you to the hospital!”

Derek dragged him to sit down again, leaned one cheek over, and said in a crying voice, “Kiss here. It won’t hurt anymore if Mr. Walker kisses me.”

This little b*stard…

James looked at the boy. His cheeks were fair and delicate, his eyes were moist, and there were still teardrops hanging on the lashes.

He looked so pitiful.

Alright…

It was just a kiss on the cheek, no big deal.

James blinked and slowly moved his lips toward the boy’s cheek, his breathing a bit heavy.

At the moment he was about to touch his cheek, Derek suddenly turned his head.

Caught off guard.

There was a whoosh.

James kissed Derek’s lips.

“You…” James leaned back and covered his mouth with his hand. His eyes behind the lenses were wide, full of panic.

“Oh, Mr. Walker, I didn’t mean it…”

This apology didn’t sound sincere at all.

Derek drew a sly smile, revealing two small white teeth, looking wicked and rebellious.

James lunged to his feet, and said coldly, “Okay, you can go back now.”

Derek raised his face and asked. “Mr. Walker, if my arm still hurts, can I call you?”

James looked down at the boy’s arm.

After all, he was injured because of him.

“Yes.”

Derek jumped up happily and deliberately cocked his lips to speak. “Mr. Walker, I’m leaving. See you tomorrow.”

Seeing that the tips of James’s ears were blood red, he left with satisfaction.

After the door was closed, James breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously touched his lips, feeling his heart in turmoil.

The next day, in the evening.

Claire walked into a convenience store, picked up two packs of tissues, and stood at the cashier to check out.

“Claire?!” Derek suddenly appeared from behind, carrying a few bottles of drinks in his hand. “What a coincidence! We are playing at the KTV opposite. Do you want to join us?”

“No, thanks.” Claire pocketed the change.

“Come on! Don’t be so withdrawn. It’s just me and my friends.” Derek tugged at her arm to go with him.