“Don Juan?” Dustin’s lips twitched in disbelief. What was going on? Why did he getbeled as a


    yboy 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 youngdy 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 defiant Natasha puffed her chest, inviting him to touch it.


    “Dustin, I feel some pain in the back. Can you apply more medication to it?” Dahlia did not back down


    and took off her top once more.


    However, Dustin was suffering from a raging headache in the face of the two difficult beauties. They


    had always been passive–aggressive with each other every time they crossed paths, and it was tough


    to pacify them.


    “Caitlyn! Help them out! I’ll get lunch ready!” His eyes lit up at the sight of his trusty assistant, and he


    grabbed the groceries from her hands and slid into the kitchen. One way of avoiding trouble


    was by escaping the scene.


    “Hmph!” The women red at each other and put on their clothes, finally putting the animosity to


    a temporary rest.


    After a busy time in the kitchen, he served everyone a sumptuous lunch. It was a four–course dish


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    with soup that smelled good and tasted equally great.


    “Dear, have some grilled ribs. Look at you–you lost some weight!” Smiling, Natasha ced a piece of


    rib on his te. He cautiously thanked her and quickly stuffed it into his mouth with a smile.


    “What’s good about ribs? You should try some chicken Alfredo. I know you like this the best.” Dahlia,


    not backing down, ced the chicken on his te.


    “Grilled ribs are better, in my opinion. They’re sulent and chewy at the same time. Great


    texture!” While speaking, Natasha put a second piece of rib on Dustin’s te.


    “To each his own! Dustin never gets tired of chicken Alfredo. You can’tpare it to ribs.” Dahlia


    shed a faint smile and piled a piece of chicken on the growing hill of food on Dustin’s te.


    “Ribs are better!”


    “The chicken Alfredo is nicer!”


    “Ribs!”


    “Chicken!”


    The women kept piling food on his te while squabbling with barely concealed hostility. Soon, the


    lunch he prepared was gone, all going into his te that was overflowing with food. He did not know


    where to get started.


    Meanwhile, Caitlyn stared at the fight before her helplessly. She wanted to take her share of the meat,


    but she lost the chance to do so.


    “Dustin, my darling, is the chicken or rib better?” After the fight, the women turned their sharp gazes


    onto him and directed the question to him. The scene was like deja vu, but this time, it was more


    frightening.


    “They’re both great!” He shed a bitter smile and answered.


    “No! You can only pick one!” They red at him with a threatening air.