Lily Shaw rolled her eyes at him directly. If anyone else dared to do this to Aiden Grant, he would make her regret being born.
But there's a difference between close and distant. Lily Shaw is his wife, and he just finds her eye-rolling to be very cute.
"Wifey, be gentle." The Eldest Young Master Grant automatically switched personalities, transforming from a super handsome guy into a pitiful little boy.
Lily Shaw glanced at her pale-faced husband, "It won't hurt if you don't talk."
Aiden knew he shouldn't tease the cat too much, so he obediently watched as his wife, with an indifferent expression, helped him handle the emergency wound care.
"Where should I take you for treatment?" Lily Shaw, after all, wasn't professionally trained, and she wasn't capable of handling this kind of gunshot wound.
"Home. We have a family doctor there." Aiden said softly, then leaned back wearily on the car seat.
