Chapter 213 Hurt Him
All along, David had remained respectful toward Calista, but he snapped, “I am an assistant. I’m not
responsible for personal matters. Besides, Mr. Northwood’s injury is not because of me. I still have work
to do, so I’ll leave first.”
He said and walked away, still driving Lucian’s car.
The car sped past them both, and Lucian looked at Calista blankly.
“You’ve driven my driver away.”
He raised his hand, and the injury on his hand looked even more horrifying than before.
The piece of skin that had been forcibly torn open by pliers was now curled and drooping, surrounded by
bruises.
The coagulated scab had reopened at some point, oozing blood, dripping along his fingertips onto the
concrete floor.
Just looking at his wound was enough to imagine how severe the attack had been. This was after the
bodyguard had kicked the assailant away.
If Lucian hadn’t arrived in time and grabbed her hand. She would have suffered a much worse injury.
Calista’s taxi arrived. She opened the door, and got in. Lucian followed her into the car. She glanced at
him but didn’t ask him to leave.
Back at home, Calista took out a cotton swab and dipped it in iodine to clean his wound.
She intended to take him to a clinic directly, but there wasn’t a clinic open at this hour, and the hospital’s emergency room had a complex process and long waiting time, so she decided to handle it herself.
After cleaning the wound, Calista carefully trimmed the curled piece of skin. If left as it was, it would
easily cause an infection.
This was a delicate task that required getting as close to the flesh as possible without cutting into it.
Calista leaned in very close, and her warm breath fell directly on Lucian’s wound.
Due to nervousness, even her lips trembled.
In the quiet morning, in a small apartment building. He could smell her fragrance as strands of her hair
fell onto his hand.
Everything and her shallow breath created an ambiguous atmosphere that made it hard to resist.
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Lucian’s jaw was just above her head, and he could kiss her lips with a slight tilt.
As this thought arose, it was like a burning fire that couldn’t be suppressed and quickly turned into an
uncontrollable blaze.
He slowly lowered his head, his hontse voice calling out, “Calista….”
Calista was focused on trimming the skin when she suddenly heard him call her.
The light in front of her was blocked, and after applying the lodine, the wound became dark. With the light
dimmed, it became even harder to see.
She directly pushed Lucian’s head away with her hand.
“Move aside. You’re blocking the light. There’s nothing to look at, and you’re getting too close.”
Seeing the blood made her almost nauseous. She didn’t say this out loud; after all, he had saved her from her injuries. She couldn’t openly express her disgust. Lucian was speechless.
He turned around coldly and said, “If I don’t watch you, you might just cut away a piece of me. I’m going
to be in so much pain!”
Calista sneered. She hadn’t thought about this, but now that he mentioned it, she wanted to do more than
that; she practically wanted to take a pair of scissors and go straight for his heart.
“It seems you’re not completely hopeless. You must realize how terrible your attitude towards me was
you’re having such dark thoughts while I’m tending to your wound.”
“When did…” Lucian began to say, wanting to ask when had he treated her poorly, but upon careful
reflection, he realized he hadn’t been very kind to her.
if
So he pressed his lips together, swallowed the latter part of his sentence, and after a while, he said, “You
do treat me well. You order takeout for me daily as if you’re afraid I’ll live a little longer and ruin your plans
of finding another husband.”
Calista replied, “What else should I do? Should I install an electric stove in your room and cook you fresh
meals daily?”
Only David was aware of their secret marriage in the entire company, and even he, discovered it by
accident.
Just ordering takeout and doing odd jobs had already led to accusations of using connections.
If she were to start cooking herself, everyone would probably start rumors about her having an affair with
Luclan.
Lucian remained silent. Just as Calista thought he was about to mock her again, he surprisingly said beriously, “That’s not impossible.
He didn’t hear Calista’s response but did hear the rustling sound as she rummaged through a medicine
bag.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m looking for some fever medicine. You probably have an infection in the wound.”
Lucian sneered, “If I hadn’t slept with you, I would genuinely doubt if you were a woman.”
She was indeed a woman, but it seemed like all her romantic feelings belonged to Paul. Making heartwarming meals, writing love letters, and addressing him as “Dear Paul” affectionately.
She was so poor that she couldn’t afford her meals, yet she still thought about giving him gifts on special occasions. Not any woman would be able to do these things.
“You should consider working in a landfill with all the shit you spew, Calista said firmly as she applied the bandage. She then stood up and cleaned up the mess on the table.
“The dressing
is done. You can leave now. Avoid spicy food, and alcohol, and get the wound wet. It’s best
not to use your hand.”
These were all doctor’s instructions, and she was just repeating them.
Lucian spoke matter–of–factly, “I injured my right hand, and I can’t do anything with it. Someone has to
take care of me, right?”
“You can use your left hand.”
“I can’t. It’s not my dominant hand.”
He was trying to
to provoke her. Calista handed him the medicine, making her intentions very clear.
“Practice with your left hand, and you’ll get better.”
“Show me how you use your left hand first”
Lucian tilted his head and swallowed hard
“I want to take a bath. Come and help me undress.”
While speaking, he deliberately held up his hand wrapped tightly in front of Calista.
“At the very least, I got injured to protect you. I’m not asking you to sleep with me. You should at least
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Only then did Calista notice that Lucian was still wearing a tie, and his suit was formal and impeccably tailored. He must have come directly from the company or some event.
There were also a few drops of blood on his shirt. She hadn’t noticed it before, but once she did, the bloodstains seemed particularly conspicuous.
Despite the thorns in her heart, which she thought had become as hard as a stone, she softened instantly.
Calista walked over and raised her hand to loosen his tie. In doing so, her fingers inevitably touched his skin.
His skin wasn’t rough, but it was not as delicate and soft as that of a woman who regularly took care of her skin.
At this moment, when their skin touched, both of them froze in place.
