Chapter 193

"Let me see your hand," Luke said.

A few minutes later, Luke returned to the kitchen with a tube of ointment. He reached over to turn off the faucet.

"My finger doesn't hurt anymore," I said.

Based on my experience, the small, one-centimeter burn on my finger wouldn't leave a scar even without the ointment.

"Dry your hand," Luke insisted, handing me a dark blue checkered handkerchief.

Luke's seriousness about this made me smile wryly as I took the handkerchief.

"The professor said you used to be afraid of pain and would cry over a small scratch."

"That was in the past."

Back then, I was spoiled by my parents and loved to act cute around them. Now, the only person who will spoil me is Wendy. No one else will coddle or protect me.

"Max is really impressive indeed, turning someone who used to cry over a scratch into a tough person who can even cook."

I understood the underlying meaning of Luke's words and lowered my head. "Mr. Walker, you're impressive too. You've shown me that