My Bossy CEO Husband
Chapter 2625

Kyson shifted uncomfortably at her words.

“Shari, please, just call me Kyson.

‘Mr.

Moreno’ sounds too formal,” he said, his discomfort clear.

Shari gave a small smile.

“Okay.

Kyson, have you been stressed? That pimple on your jaw is pretty big Kyson touched his chin, wincing slightly.

“This pimple came up suddenly and it’s really painful.”

“Just sit still.

I’ll handle it,” Shari said, her voice gentle but firm.

Kyson looked surprised.

“It’s really not necessary.

Pimples usually clear up on their own in a few days.”

“It’s bothering me,” Shari said, not backing down.

“Just wait.”

Without waiting for him to protest, she swiftly pulled out a pimple treatment kit from her portable medical box.

“Kyson, tilt your head up a bit,” she instructed, her hands steady and focused.

Kyson watched Shari pull out her tools.

He knew he couldn’t argue anymore.

He gave a small nod, then leaned back on the couch, tilting his head to give her better access.

Shari leaned in a little, her eyes focused.

“This is gonna hurt when I pop it.

Try to stay still, but if it’s too much, you can yell if you need to.”

Kyson chuckled, trying to keep things light.

“I’m not worried.

I can handle pain.”

A playful smile tugged at Shari’s lips.

“Alright, then.

Let’s get started.”

“Go for it.”

Shari carefully positioned the needle, her hand steady as she began working.

The prick was sharp and sudden, making Kyson flinch just a bit.

It wasn’t unbearable, but a slight frown crept onto his face.

Shari glanced at him, still smiling.

“Hurts, huh?”

Kyson shrugged.

“It’s fine.

Nothing serious.”

“You’re holding up well,” she said, her tone teasing but impressed.

After pulling out the pimple, Shari’s fingers pressed firmly around it, forcing out the remaining blood and fluid.

Kyson winced as the sharp sting hit him harder this time, his eyes instinctively welling up with tears.

Catching sight of his reaction, Shari couldn’t help but laugh softly under her breath.

Hearing her, Kyson raised an eyebrow.

“What’s so funny?”

She grinned, clearly amused.

“Nothing, it’s just-you look kind of pitiful when you tear up like that.”

Pitiful? Wasn’t that the kind of thing people said about crying women?