Chapter 388

"Don Juan?" Dustin's lips twitched in disbelief. What was

going on? Why did he get labeled as a playboy just for applying some medi

cation to his patient?

"Ms. Harmon, there's a misunderstanding here. He's in fact applying the m

edication 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." T

hen, 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 h

er, but not for me?"

"That's because you're not hurt!" Dustin was helpless in the face of the

young lady 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 i

t?" 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 t

wo difficult beauties. They had always been passive–

aggressive with each other every time they crossed paths, and it was toug

h 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 grab

bed the groceries from her hands and slid into the kitchen. One

way of avoiding trouble

was by escaping the scene.

"Hmph!" The women glared 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. I

t was a four–course dish

with soup that smelled good and tasted equally great.

"Dear, have some grilled ribs. Look at you–

you lost some weight!" Smiling, Natasha placed a piece of rib on his plat

e. 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, placed the chicken on his

plate.

"Grilled ribs are better, in my opinion. They're succulent and chewy

at the same time. Great

texture!" While speaking, Natasha put a second piece of rib on Dustin's p

late.

"To each his own! Dustin never gets tired of chicken Alfredo. You can't c

ompare it to ribs." Dahlia flashed a faint smile and piled a piece of chi

cken on the growing hill of food on Dustin's plate.

"Ribs are better!"

"The chicken Alfredo is nicer!"

"Ribs!"

"Chicken!"

The women kept piling food on his plate while squabbling with barely conc

ealed hostility. Soon, the lunch he prepared was gone, all going into his

plate that was overflowing with food. He did not know where to get start

ed.

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 flashed a bitter smile and answered.

"No! You can only pick one!" They glared at him with a threatening air.