Chapter 63
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It has been a few minutes since Mark left the ward. I can't stop worrying about Cain: what if the Lion finds traces of him once more? I don't want to be his weakness, I don't want him to lose his cool for me all the time. Though his actions warm my heart, his world is way too cruel for him to be impulsive. He can share his weaknesses with me, but I can't let him show them in front of anyone else. This time we are lucky it is Mr. Jason. But what if someone gets the winds about me and uses me to threaten him? No wonder he was keeping his distance from me back then. I feel a whirlwind of emotions: angry, happy, scared, expectant. The list goes on and on, but whatever I feel doesn't change the fact that today my impulsiveness put him into a dangerous situation.
Though I know that he is willing to give up everything for me, I don't want it. I need to reprimand him about his behavior. And I feel like I need to take radical approaches for this.
The door of the ward suddenly opens, and I instinctively turn around to look at the newcomers. Seeing him with disheveled hair and still in his sweatpants and homey clothes, I can picture how he ran out of the house the moment he heard Mr. Jason's threat. He rushes to me and I stand up to greet him and calm him down, but he quickly embraces me, and his warmth washing away all the scoldings I had in mind.
It seems like he is slightly trembling: his hold on me is so tight as if I will disappear if he loosens his grip. I want to talk, but he is faster than me, blocking my words by claiming my lips. He starts rough, and then he becomes incredibly gentle and slow. It feels like the first part was his punishment for putting myself in danger and the latter part is his way of telling me that he is with me now. I can't help the smile that is creeping to my face: I am the luckiest and the most fortunate person to have him.
He loosens his arms around my waist and instead cups my face. He abruptly takes a step back and starts observing me from head to toe. I open my mouth to speak, but I suddenly notice his penetrating gaze on my neck. Damn! Seems like trouble is coming.
And indeed, it doesn't take much time for it to come: Cain turns towards Jason and looks at him with a murderous glare. If eyes could kill, Mr. Jason would have died a million times by now.
"Seems like you took my words as an empty sound."
His voice is low, very low. Added to the fact that he spoke through gritted teeth, plus his glare, I know that things will go south if I don't intervene.
"Cain, it's fine, really. This happened before the call and it's nothing serious. It's just my skin that is too sensitive."
I try to coax him using the softest voice I can manage. However, he is still so angry I feel like even a man like Mr. Jason should be in a fearful state because of his chilly aura. I try to mediate the situation yet again,
"Cain, look at me."
Though my voice is slightly stern, there is still no response from him, except for his hands clenching into tight fists. I can see the veins on his forehead from the side.
"What exactly happened?"
He enunciates each and every word, but his question is directed towards Mr. Jason and Mark who wisely choose to remain quiet. However, I can see guilt and regret in their eyes. I honestly don't blame them, but knowing Cain, he won't put the matter aside even if they try to explain him. I know I am the only one he will listen to now, so I throw all manners out of the window and copy his action to cup his face.
"Cain, I am alright. I promise he just did it because he lost control. He didn't mean it. And he didn't hurt me in the slightest."
He finally turns to look into my eyes with his own blue ones that have now turned many shades darker. They look like the bottomless ocean and even I am having difficulties to figure out his exact thoughts. Have I convinced him? Or is he still seeking to deal with them?
At the moment his hands move from my face to my neck. He gently caresses what I think should be the marks on my neck left by Mr. Jason.
"You call this alright?"
Why does he sound guilty? It is not his fault. It is no one's fault. Shall I distract his thoughts by using a different approach? Ughhhh...even thinking about it makes the blood rush to my face.
I honestly don't want to do this, but looking at his expression, I know this is the quickest way. If even this doesn't work then there will be much more trouble than any of us could have imagine.
"It isn't exactly alright. But if you kiss it, it should be more than alright."
I say this in a provocative yet quiet tone, because however bold I wish to be I still feel embarrassed okay? I think I am getting infected by Cain's shamelessness. God, how I wish to hide somewhere!
His eyes suddenly widen in surprise: it seems like he is taken aback by my bold suggestion. Did I succeed or not now? I lower my gaze to find him clenching and unclenching his fists. The next second I hear his teasing, yet extremely sexy voice near my ear,
"As my Queen desires."
And he does as I told him. He gently kisses my bruises on my neck, but only I know that these kisses are just a facade to hide the movements of his tongue. I am glad he has blocked me from Mr. Jason's and Mark's sight all this time, or else I think I might have had to wear thick make up to hide my embarrassment every time I saw them in the future.
After some time he stops and wraps one of his arms around my waist. Only then he moves to the side, opening the sight of the father and son duo. Though it has been just a few minutes since he came, at one time I feel like it's been ages, while the other time it feels like a moment. A moment that I wish to continue.
Wait, why am I turning into a pervert!? Aghh... This is all Cain's fault. Who told him to be so good and make me love him more and more with every passing second!?
I take a deep breath and start observing the people's expressions. My patient doesn't even try to hide his thoughts and looks at us interchangeably. When he looks at me, he looks extremely guilty and apologetic. When he shifts his eyes towards Cain, there is both amusement and surprise. When the two men's sights meet, Mr. Jason simply smiles and nods at Cain with a knowing gaze. What's the meaning of this? Am I the only one feeling awkward here!?
No wait, Mark seems even more awkward than me. The guy is literally looking at the ceiling with a red face. He is totally avoiding looking at our way. I don't even know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. Whatever it is, I really wish to stop all of this!
"Start discussing about 'Black Lily' now, but I will have to leave as I have a surgery scheduled." I turn to Cain and tiptoe to give him a peck on the lips, "don't make a fuss and don't you dare harm my patient."
I take advantage of Cain's momentary surprise and quickly leave his embrace and the room altogether. Even though running is not allowed in the hospital corridors I basically do that and soon reach my office as I need a place to hide and calm myself down. Moreover, I didn't lie about the surgery. Just great! Deep breaths Siana, deep breaths. It's time to save lives now!
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It has been a few minutes since Mark left the ward. I can't stop worrying about Cain: what if the Lion finds traces of him once more? I don't want to be his weakness, I don't want him to lose his cool for me all the time. Though his actions warm my heart, his world is way too cruel for him to be impulsive. He can share his weaknesses with me, but I can't let him show them in front of anyone else. This time we are lucky it is Mr. Jason. But what if someone gets the winds about me and uses me to threaten him? No wonder he was keeping his distance from me back then. I feel a whirlwind of emotions: angry, happy, scared, expectant. The list goes on and on, but whatever I feel doesn't change the fact that today my impulsiveness put him into a dangerous situation.
Though I know that he is willing to give up everything for me, I don't want it. I need to reprimand him about his behavior. And I feel like I need to take radical approaches for this.
The door of the ward suddenly opens, and I instinctively turn around to look at the newcomers. Seeing him with disheveled hair and still in his sweatpants and homey clothes, I can picture how he ran out of the house the moment he heard Mr. Jason's threat. He rushes to me and I stand up to greet him and calm him down, but he quickly embraces me, and his warmth washing away all the scoldings I had in mind.
It seems like he is slightly trembling: his hold on me is so tight as if I will disappear if he loosens his grip. I want to talk, but he is faster than me, blocking my words by claiming my lips. He starts rough, and then he becomes incredibly gentle and slow. It feels like the first part was his punishment for putting myself in danger and the latter part is his way of telling me that he is with me now. I can't help the smile that is creeping to my face: I am the luckiest and the most fortunate person to have him.
He loosens his arms around my waist and instead cups my face. He abruptly takes a step back and starts observing me from head to toe. I open my mouth to speak, but I suddenly notice his penetrating gaze on my neck. Damn! Seems like trouble is coming.
And indeed, it doesn't take much time for it to come: Cain turns towards Jason and looks at him with a murderous glare. If eyes could kill, Mr. Jason would have died a million times by now.
"Seems like you took my words as an empty sound."
His voice is low, very low. Added to the fact that he spoke through gritted teeth, plus his glare, I know that things will go south if I don't intervene.
"Cain, it's fine, really. This happened before the call and it's nothing serious. It's just my skin that is too sensitive."
I try to coax him using the softest voice I can manage. However, he is still so angry I feel like even a man like Mr. Jason should be in a fearful state because of his chilly aura. I try to mediate the situation yet again,
"Cain, look at me."
Though my voice is slightly stern, there is still no response from him, except for his hands clenching into tight fists. I can see the veins on his forehead from the side.
"What exactly happened?"
He enunciates each and every word, but his question is directed towards Mr. Jason and Mark who wisely choose to remain quiet. However, I can see guilt and regret in their eyes. I honestly don't blame them, but knowing Cain, he won't put the matter aside even if they try to explain him. I know I am the only one he will listen to now, so I throw all manners out of the window and copy his action to cup his face.
"Cain, I am alright. I promise he just did it because he lost control. He didn't mean it. And he didn't hurt me in the slightest."
He finally turns to look into my eyes with his own blue ones that have now turned many shades darker. They look like the bottomless ocean and even I am having difficulties to figure out his exact thoughts. Have I convinced him? Or is he still seeking to deal with them?
At the moment his hands move from my face to my neck. He gently caresses what I think should be the marks on my neck left by Mr. Jason.
"You call this alright?"
Why does he sound guilty? It is not his fault. It is no one's fault. Shall I distract his thoughts by using a different approach? Ughhhh...even thinking about it makes the blood rush to my face.
I honestly don't want to do this, but looking at his expression, I know this is the quickest way. If even this doesn't work then there will be much more trouble than any of us could have imagine.
"It isn't exactly alright. But if you kiss it, it should be more than alright."
I say this in a provocative yet quiet tone, because however bold I wish to be I still feel embarrassed okay? I think I am getting infected by Cain's shamelessness. God, how I wish to hide somewhere!
His eyes suddenly widen in surprise: it seems like he is taken aback by my bold suggestion. Did I succeed or not now? I lower my gaze to find him clenching and unclenching his fists. The next second I hear his teasing, yet extremely sexy voice near my ear,
"As my Queen desires."
And he does as I told him. He gently kisses my bruises on my neck, but only I know that these kisses are just a facade to hide the movements of his tongue. I am glad he has blocked me from Mr. Jason's and Mark's sight all this time, or else I think I might have had to wear thick make up to hide my embarrassment every time I saw them in the future.
After some time he stops and wraps one of his arms around my waist. Only then he moves to the side, opening the sight of the father and son duo. Though it has been just a few minutes since he came, at one time I feel like it's been ages, while the other time it feels like a moment. A moment that I wish to continue.
Wait, why am I turning into a pervert!? Aghh... This is all Cain's fault. Who told him to be so good and make me love him more and more with every passing second!?
I take a deep breath and start observing the people's expressions. My patient doesn't even try to hide his thoughts and looks at us interchangeably. When he looks at me, he looks extremely guilty and apologetic. When he shifts his eyes towards Cain, there is both amusement and surprise. When the two men's sights meet, Mr. Jason simply smiles and nods at Cain with a knowing gaze. What's the meaning of this? Am I the only one feeling awkward here!?
No wait, Mark seems even more awkward than me. The guy is literally looking at the ceiling with a red face. He is totally avoiding looking at our way. I don't even know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. Whatever it is, I really wish to stop all of this!
"Start discussing about 'Black Lily' now, but I will have to leave as I have a surgery scheduled." I turn to Cain and tiptoe to give him a peck on the lips, "don't make a fuss and don't you dare harm my patient."
I take advantage of Cain's momentary surprise and quickly leave his embrace and the room altogether. Even though running is not allowed in the hospital corridors I basically do that and soon reach my office as I need a place to hide and calm myself down. Moreover, I didn't lie about the surgery. Just great! Deep breaths Siana, deep breaths. It's time to save lives now!
It has been a few minutes since Mark left the ward. I can't stop worrying about Cain: what if the Lion finds traces of him once more? I don't want to be his weakness, I don't want him to lose his cool for me all the time. Though his actions warm my heart, his world is way too cruel for him to be impulsive. He can share his weaknesses with me, but I can't let him show them in front of anyone else. This time we are lucky it is Mr. Jason. But what if someone gets the winds about me and uses me to threaten him? No wonder he was keeping his distance from me back then. I feel a whirlwind of emotions: angry, happy, scared, expectant. The list goes on and on, but whatever I feel doesn't change the fact that today my impulsiveness put him into a dangerous situation. Though I know that he is willing to give up everything for me, I don't want it. I need to reprimand him about his behavior. And I feel like I need to take radical approaches for this. The door of the ward suddenly opens, and I instinctively turn around to look at the newcomers. Seeing him with disheveled hair and still in his sweatpants and homey clothes, I can picture how he ran out of the house the moment he heard Mr. Jason's threat. He rushes to me and I stand up to greet him and calm him down, but he quickly embraces me, and his warmth washing away all the scoldings I had in mind. It seems like he is slightly trembling: his hold on me is so tight as if I will disappear if he loosens his grip. I want to talk, but he is faster than me, blocking my words by claiming my lips. He starts rough, and then he becomes incredibly gentle and slow. It feels like the first part was his punishment for putting myself in danger and the latter part is his way of telling me that he is with me now. I can't help the smile that is creeping to my face: I am the luckiest and the most fortunate person to have him. He loosens his arms around my waist and instead cups my face. He abruptly takes a step back and starts observing me from head to toe. I open my mouth to speak, but I suddenly notice his penetrating gaze on my neck. Damn! Seems like trouble is coming. And indeed, it doesn't take much time for it to come: Cain turns towards Jason and looks at him with a murderous glare. If eyes could kill, Mr. Jason would have died a million times by now. "Seems like you took my words as an empty sound." His voice is low, very low. Added to the fact that he spoke through gritted teeth, plus his glare, I know that things will go south if I don't intervene. "Cain, it's fine, really. This happened before the call and it's nothing serious. It's just my skin that is too sensitive." I try to coax him using the softest voice I can manage. However, he is still so angry I feel like even a man like Mr. Jason should be in a fearful state because of his chilly aura. I try to mediate the situation yet again, "Cain, look at me." Though my voice is slightly stern, there is still no response from him, except for his hands clenching into tight fists. I can see the veins on his forehead from the side. "What exactly happened?" He enunciates each and every word, but his question is directed towards Mr. Jason and Mark who wisely choose to remain quiet. However, I can see guilt and regret in their eyes. I honestly don't blame them, but knowing Cain, he won't put the matter aside even if they try to explain him. I know I am the only one he will listen to now, so I throw all manners out of the window and copy his action to cup his face. "Cain, I am alright. I promise he just did it because he lost control. He didn't mean it. And he didn't hurt me in the slightest." He finally turns to look into my eyes with his own blue ones that have now turned many shades darker. They look like the bottomless ocean and even I am having difficulties to figure out his exact thoughts. Have I convinced him? Or is he still seeking to deal with them? At the moment his hands move from my face to my neck. He gently caresses what I think should be the marks on my neck left by Mr. Jason. "You call this alright?" Why does he sound guilty? It is not his fault. It is no one's fault. Shall I distract his thoughts by using a different approach? Ughhhh...even thinking about it makes the blood rush to my face. I honestly don't want to do this, but looking at his expression, I know this is the quickest way. If even this doesn't work then there will be much more trouble than any of us could have imagine. "It isn't exactly alright. But if you kiss it, it should be more than alright." I say this in a provocative yet quiet tone, because however bold I wish to be I still feel embarrassed okay? I think I am getting infected by Cain's shamelessness. God, how I wish to hide somewhere! His eyes suddenly widen in surprise: it seems like he is taken aback by my bold suggestion. Did I succeed or not now? I lower my gaze to find him clenching and unclenching his fists. The next second I hear his teasing, yet extremely sexy voice near my ear, "As my Queen desires." And he does as I told him. He gently kisses my bruises on my neck, but only I know that these kisses are just a facade to hide the movements of his tongue. I am glad he has blocked me from Mr. Jason's and Mark's sight all this time, or else I think I might have had to wear thick make up to hide my embarrassment every time I saw them in the future. After some time he stops and wraps one of his arms around my waist. Only then he moves to the side, opening the sight of the father and son duo. Though it has been just a few minutes since he came, at one time I feel like it's been ages, while the other time it feels like a moment. A moment that I wish to continue. Wait, why am I turning into a pervert!? Aghh... This is all Cain's fault. Who told him to be so good and make me love him more and more with every passing second!? I take a deep breath and start observing the people's expressions. My patient doesn't even try to hide his thoughts and looks at us interchangeably. When he looks at me, he looks extremely guilty and apologetic. When he shifts his eyes towards Cain, there is both amusement and surprise. When the two men's sights meet, Mr. Jason simply smiles and nods at Cain with a knowing gaze. What's the meaning of this? Am I the only one feeling awkward here!? No wait, Mark seems even more awkward than me. The guy is literally looking at the ceiling with a red face. He is totally avoiding looking at our way. I don't even know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. Whatever it is, I really wish to stop all of this! "Start discussing about 'Black Lily' now, but I will have to leave as I have a surgery scheduled." I turn to Cain and tiptoe to give him a peck on the lips, "don't make a fuss and don't you dare harm my patient." I take advantage of Cain's momentary surprise and quickly leave his embrace and the room altogether. Even though running is not allowed in the hospital corridors I basically do that and soon reach my office as I need a place to hide and calm myself down. Moreover, I didn't lie about the surgery. Just great! Deep breaths Siana, deep breaths. It's time to save lives now!
