Married to the loveless CEO-Chapter 53: Defensive

’What to do? What to do?’

Sentencia contemplated deeply. Her laptop, phone, any means she could have used to contact someone, were all at the sitting room.

But again, what if it’s just the raccoons that got in again or maybe it’s just the breeze or her imagination because everything has been dead silent since, after the smash.

But it wouldn’t hurt to check, she will go straight to her phone just in case. She simply can’t just ignore it, she will not be able to get any sleep till morning.

Quietly, she opened the door to her room and walked out slowly and quietly too. She didn’t turn on the lights not to alert the burglar(s) if it was truly a burglar or were truly burglars.

She walked down the stairs and straight for her sitting room. Nothing seems off or was it because it was dark. She collected her phone, she mistakenly turned on the torchlight, the smashed vase she saw held her back from turning it off.

Her eyes went to her sliding door at the side of her house which wasn’t the main door. The marks of bloody finger prints on it struck the deepest horror into her, goosebumps formed on her skin as her already pale skin turned even paler as if she had just seen a ghost.

What was this? Some sort of horror movie?

She turned to run back upstairs when some masculine arms held her in place. A hand covered her mouth as she attempted to scream while thrashing.

She could smell blood, the way she thrashed, the way the arms held her in place and the way the person covered her mouth just reminded her of when she was kidnapped. No one has done that to her again until this moment.

At last, was this how she was going to end? To leave this world? Must she die in the hands of criminals?

Who was this person? A thief? A serial killer?

"Stop struggling," a deep voice whispered into her ears, it just added to her goosebumps.

She continued to struggle with muffled screams, tears falling from her eyes and she only stopped when she felt a gun being pointed at her head. This was it.

"Shut up, stop thrashing or I won’t hesitate to kill you!" the man said. She nodded obediently.

"Drop your phone," he continued.

She dropped it.

"Have you called the cops?" he asked and she shook her head.

"Good. Don’t even think of calling them." he uttered and slowly began to let her go. She turned around to face him and her eyes widened a little.

They could still see each other’s silhouette slowly, the room was only illuminated by the light rays from the moon and starry skies that managed to pass through the windows and doors. She could tell he was hurt.

"C-Can I turn on the ligh-"

"No!" he said picking up her phone.

"Use this instead. I got shot in the abdomen, help me get the bullet out," he added.

She nodded and collected her phone from him. She led him to one of the couch which he slumped on breathing heavily, he was bleeding too much.

"Why don’t I just take you to the hospital?" she suggested.

"No!" he objected.

"You will do it yourself, I’ll guide you on it. I would have removed it myself but I’m already too weak," he added.

"No cops please...No hospital..." he told in between consciousness.

"Okay, let me just get my first aid kit," she said walking towards the stairs, he grabbed her hand.

"Please, don’t call the cops. Just help me," he pleaded and she just nodded after some while. He let her go and she rushed to get the kit.

She isn’t going to call the cops, not anymore. She doesn’t know who he is, he could be a very dangerous person but he needs her help and that’s just what she became a doctor for, to save lives whether it’s that of a criminal or not.

She collected the kit and rushed back to him. She knelt in front of him. He managed to pull his shirt off and Cia’s eyes lingered for a moment there on his drool worthy body.

"Please get it out now, you can stare later," she heard him say. She shook her head in embarrassment. How can she let his upper body distract her like that so easily?

She stared at his wound. She held his wrist to feel his pulse.

"You have lost so much blood, your pulse is becoming weak," she informed.

"Just get the bullet out and I will be fine," he replied.

"Okay, I’m going to clean your wound up first with spirit," she said.

"Argh, do you have a drink? Something really strong?" he asked before she began.

"Nope. Just hold on to my couch," Cia responded.

"Wait!" he stopped her when she was about to apply the spirit.

"Why? We need to get the bullet out now," she reminded.

"I know but spirit hurts so much," he replied beginning to ready himself.

"Alright," he took deep breaths.

"Go for it," he added and she poured the spirit on his wound. He bit his lower lip, groaning only as he tried so hard to suppress his screams not to alert the neighbors.

"F*ck! Hell f*uck! It hurts more than removing the real bullet," his face contoured in pain, he leaned to the side a little.

She collected some other equipments used in removing a bullet.

"Sit up properly," she ordered and he did so.

Unhesitatingly, she began to dig in search for the bullet to remove it. Her gloved hands pressed on the surrounding region of the bullet hole, putting pressure on the wound and also searching for the bullet at the same time.

He felt as if the world was coming to an end until she finally removed the bullet like an expert which she was, he took a deep breath of relief as if a thorn had been removed from him.

His eyes stared intently at her as she began attending to his wound immediately. She cleaned his wound up and dressed it. She held a syringe in her hands.

"Hey, what is that for?" he asked weakly.

"Sedatives, it will help you. I also put some blood medicine in it, it will help you gain blood so that you won’t die from blood lost in your sleep since you don’t want to go to a hospital for a proper treatment with real blood," she explained.

"Sedatives?" that was the only word he picked up.

"I don’t want it," he said.

"Don’t do this, it will help you. It’s for your own good," she insisted.

"How am I sure you won’t call the cops on me when I’m asleep or rather, kill me in my sleep," he asked. Her face dropped.

"That’s just silly. I just saved your life, why would I kill you? I won’t also call the cops on you, trust me." she responded.

"Okay, but if you do. You won’t live to see another day," he threatened. She shook her head, this man. He still threatens her even after saving his life.

She injected the substance in the syringe into his body and he was fast asleep in no time. She cleaned the place up, collecting both his shirt and all the waste of the things she used in taking care of his wound.

She trashed the waste and proceeded in putting his shirt in her washing machine. She trashed the gloves too and washed her hands and face. Her eyes stared at her reflection in the mirror as she sighed.

Who the heck was that man in there? She just hopes her goodness wouldn’t be her downfall someday.

She walked towards the man with a blanket in her hands. She lied him down on the couch then covered him up with the blanket. His body wasn’t hot or cold. It was normal temperature, he would recover soon despite his severe blood lost.

She sat on a chair close by and sighed yet again.

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The next day morning...

Sentencia walked closer to the man who was still fast asleep on the couch. It was now she was getting a better view of what he looked like.

He wasn’t just handsome or gorgeous, this man was beautiful. His shoulder length long blonde hair spread across the arm of the couch his head was on.

She felt the need to touch him and her hands reached out for him. Strangely enough, he looked awfully familiar. She cracked her brain trying to remember where she has seen this face from.

Her hands touched him and in the next seconds, she was below him as he hovered above her pinning her on the couch.

’Ouch! Was he really always this defensive?’ she thought.

She didn’t miss the surprise look on his face, did she also look familiar to him? Should she maybe inquire from him when and where they had knew each other from.

He stared at the familiar beauty he was pinning down right now. He can’t believe it, it has to be her.

It’s her!

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