Chapter 142 It Feels Broken
Lucian furrowed his brow, his gaze fixed on Calista. He regretted his words. He would have
preferred it it Calista were angry with him instead of ignoring him like this.
Calista bid Hector goodbye and left with her bag in hand, acting as if Lucian didn’t even exist.
Lucian followed her and spoke up, “I’m sorry. What I said earlier was unintentional. I didn’t mean
it the way you might have interpreted it.”
Lucian found himself in an unfamiliar position. He was not accustomed to apologizing and
appeared somewhat awkward now, a stark contrast to his usually aloof demeanor.
However, Calista remained unresponsive. Lucian rubbed his forehead, feeling somewhat helpless.
“Calista, how long are you planning to keep this up?” He perceived her silence and unresponsive
attitude as a tantrum, with no indication of her willingness to resolve the issue.
Despite his attempts, Calista continued to meet his words with silence. She had initially arrived
with bodyguards, but now, everything related to Lucian seemed exhausting. She decided to hail a
However, Lucian grabbed her before she could take more than a couple of steps.
“The car is right here.”
Calista yanked her hand away from his grip. Her brows furrowed in disgust.
“I’ll take a cab myself.”
“It’s not safe.”
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Ironically, being with Lucian was the most difficult thing for Calista. But she lacked the energy to
argue with him. She only wanted to distance herself from him as quickly as possible.
Calista dashed down the street. Lucian clenched his teeth, observing her frantic attempts to
Eventually, he couldn’t resist the urge and rushed forward. Instantly, he scooped Calista up in his
arms, ignoring her struggles.
Lucian’s sudden move caught Calista off guard. She fought like a cornered animal, kicking her
“Release me, you bastard!”
She swung her arms and shoved at his chest, her nails leaving a long, red mark on Lucian’s neck.
The ship pain finally sparked a hint of anger in Lucian’s eyes.
“Calista, I’ll toss you out if you keep moving.”
Calista’s resistance surged like an electric current. Lucian almost lost his grip amidst her
Calista would fall from his height if he let go, potentially enduring weeks of pain, even if she
didn’t break any bones.
“Let me go!”
Calista paid no attention to his threats. She struggled even harder. Lucian tried to adjust his
position slightly to stabilize her. Suddenly, a loud thud echoed.
Unintentionally, Calista’s forehead collided with something unyielding. The impact was brutal
and jarring, causing a momentary blackout. Her head spun, and the pain pulsed intensely.
Calista groaned in agony, lifting her hand to touch her throbbing forehead. Simultaneously, the
warm liquid began trickling down her face.
Calista was still processing the startling turn of events when she heard Lucian’s cold and enraged
growl from above.
Her thoughts returned to reality, and Calista caught a faint scent of blood. She lifted her eyes to
gaze upwards, meeting Lucian’s sharply defined facial features.
His expression was tight with anger, and his eyes blazed with fury. Two red streaks descended
beneath his profiled nose, tracing a path across his lips and jawline.
It became apparent that her collision with Lucian’s nose had triggered a nosebleed.
Lucian’s hands remained on Calista, and he had no spare hand to tend to the bleeding. His blood
The strong scent of blood overwhelmed Calista’s senses. She instinctively turned her head to avoid getting more of his blood on her. She couldn’t suppress her irritation as she spoke.
“I told you to let go of me.”
Calista shifted her position slightly, but Lucian’s arms clung to her like a vice, displaying no
indication of loosening their grip.
“You gotta pinch your nose to stop the bleeding, Lucian. If this continues, you might pass out from
blood loss,” she urged.
Her concern was palpable as Lucian’s nosebleed showed no signs of letting up, continuing to flow like two small streams. If they didn’t take action soon, Lucian could lose excessive blood.
A crowd of onlookers had gathered around them, and surveillance cameras recorded the scene. It would be impossible to explain reasonably if Lucian’s condition worsened due to her actions.
Lucian carefully set Calista down and quipped, “You’re responsible for this mess. Shouldn’t you be
the one dealing with the bleeding?”
Calista couldn’t help but shake her head in disbelief. She found it quite puzzling that he was
nitpicking at this time.
But perhaps Lucian had a penchant for self–inflicted pain. His gaze remained fixed on her,
showing no intention of tending to his bleeding.
Calista reached into her bag, took some tissues, and pressed them against his nose.
Suddenly, Lucian remarked, “It feels like it’s broken.”
Calista, feeling irritated, responded casually, “What’s broken?”
Calista found herself at a loss for words. She couldn’t believe it. Her force had been mild just
moments ago. How could his nose break so easily?
She cautiously extended her hand and applied a light touch to his nose. Lucian winced and
emitted a hissing sound.
Lucian was known for his high pain tolerance, yet even a gentle touch seemed to cause him
considerable discomfort. It was clear that there was something seriously amiss with his nose.
Calista promptly withdrew her hand, fearing she might exacerbate the situation by inadvertently
misaligning his nose with further pressure.
“You should let the bodyguards take you to the hospital,” she suggested.
Lucian responded sarcastically, “You have a knack for optimism, right? Stirring up trouble and
counting on someone else to fix it. Are you picking up their tabs?”
Calista stayed quiet.
Lucian continued, “Do you know how much attention I get from women because of this face? I’ll be
out of the game if my nose ends up crooked because of you. You’ll be stuck looking after me for
Calista didn’t bother to engage in an argument with him.
She breathed deeply and instructed the nearby bodyguard, “Go fetch the car.”
During the ride to the hospital, Calista cradled Lucian’s injured nose carefully.
When they arrived at the hospital, the bodyguard took care of the registration while Calista sat on
a bench in the emergency room, still maintaining a firm grip on Lucian’s nose.
Onlookers occasionally cast glances in their direction.
Lucian’s nose throbbed with discomfort from the earlier collision and Calista’s firm grasp during
He whispered to her, “Try to handle me more gently. We’re drawing quite the audience.”
Calista let out an exasperated sigh. No matter how hard she tried to keep her distance from this
man, they always got caught in complicated predicaments.
“They’re just checking to see if you’ve got any hand,” she replied.
Lucian was left speechless.
The emergency room wasn’t overly crowded, and their turn came relatively quickly.
The doctor, clad in medical attire, meticulously examined Lucian’s nose. After gently assessing
his nasal bridge, the doctor delivered the diagnosis.
“Your nasal bridge seems intact, and the bleeding has stopped. It’s a contusion. Avoid any undue
if you experience any recurring bleeding, seek a thorough examination from a specialist.”
Calista expressed her gratitude to the doctor, but Lucían interjected, “Nevertheless, I’m still
enduring coraiderable pain. I believe hospitalization might be necessary.”