Without thinking, I quickly grabbed the towel from Shelton's hand and hung it in front of me.

"Turn around and let me check your wound." He did treat me as a patient instead of a woman.

As he spoke, he was about to force me to turn around.

"No, thanks. I'm all right." I flushed. "You go out first. I'll go out after I wash my hair."

At that point, I didn't have the mood to take a shower.

"No." Shelton looked serious, and his eyes were full of worry. "Either I help you wash your hair, or you allow me to check your wound now."

In the small bathroom,...