My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 131: Taking Care Of Her

(Karsten)

Utterly surprised, that was her first thought that I was hurt instead of it being someone else’s blood on my shirt. Worries had darkened her sapphire eyes.

I should have changed and washed up before coming to see her but in my desperation, I came with bloody hands and blood sprinkled like red pearls on my shirt.

Quietly I clasped my arm behind her waist and pulled her into myself so she was straddling me. Her bandaged hands remained on my face, dispelling the chaos within me.

My hands rubbed her soft back as our gazes connected and I whispered.

"It’s not my blood."

I saw her pupils dilate as the shock of my words registered with her.

"You tortured him?" She asked hoarsely but there wasn’t any revulsion as I had expected. Her thumbs rubbed against my hard cheeks. I knew she was feeling them.

"Yes, I needed information and he wasn’t revealing it," I told her with a hardened face, my hands wishing to explore her curves, to kiss her mouth, to share my breath with her.

"Did he?" She asked, searching the depth of my eyes for the truth.

"Not much. He was just a puppet, the real culprit is still out there." I let out a frustrated breath; my face must seem to be chiselled out of iron from the way my jaw was set.

I had hoped to get answers, to feel any semblance of peace after I mutilated the man trying to kidnap her. But all I felt was a relentless sting of annoyance and disappointment.

Her thumbs wouldn’t stop exploring the dips and ridges of my face as if her hands were trying to familiarise their feelings and for the love of anything, I didn’t wish for her to stop.

She willingly eased into me until our chests touched, her parted mouth hovering just above mine. Her eyes dipped to my lips, so close, so frustratingly close.

If she kissed me, I didn’t know if I would be able to stop myself. freewёbnoνel.com

And then there was a tap on the door and Asbela’s sweet voice came through, which seemed the most annoying one to me.

"Arata, I brought stew."

Fucking hell, Asbela. What a timing.

The spell broke and Arata hurriedly crawled down from my lap in an awkward silence.

"Come in, Asbela." She granted permission.

Opening the door, Asbela arrived with a tray carrying a bowl of stew and medicines.

"Place it on the table," I instructed her and she quietly did as was told and turned to face us with her hands respectfully clasped in front.

"I have to apply her medicine on the wounds. Caysir gave me the doctor’s prescription."

Before Arata could speak, I did.

"I will do it, you can go, Asbela." She slightly bowed and said.

"Yes, master. If you need anything else, let me know."

"Thank you, Asbela," Arata offered with her charming smile. Asbela gave her a polite nod and left the room.

Dragging myself up from the bed, I made my way towards the wash area.

"Let me wash my hands and change and I will feed you," I informed Arata.

"Okay!" She softly said and settled against the pillows. I turned my head and glanced in her direction, and she had propped one into her lap, the one which looked like a dolphin.

Entering the bathroom, I washed my face and hands thoroughly and took off my shirt. Opening the laundry chute I threw the shirt into it and exited the bathroom with a naked chest.

Arata was waiting for me, and I saw her brows shoot up, seeing me emerge half-naked.

I didn’t care, she could feast with her eyes.

I advanced towards the table and picked up the tray, with stew and her medicines.

Stew had white wisps rising from it as I brought it along and settled down right where her spread-out legs were.

"Let’s get something good inside you." Filling up the soup spoon, I swirled it around so it wasn’t too hot for her. Swiping the end on the bowl’s rim, I removed the excess stew and offered it to her.

Moving her body slightly forward, she accepted the spoonful from my hand with her eyes straying towards my chest. Desires circled clearly in her gaze, and if I hadn’t been in such a stiff mood, I would have teased her.

"Is it good?" I asked, disrupting her staring and her eyes travelled back to my face.

"Yes! It’s delicious." I quietly made her finish the stew and ensured every drop ended up in her stomach.

She had gotten quieter, there were no quirky remarks as she usually loved making. My Phoenix was tense and depressed because of the incident and I wished I could ease her.

Getting up I placed the tray back and offered her the tablet with a glass of water.

She quietly took the medicine as well but made a disgusting face as it went down her throat.

Then I picked up the ointment the doctor had given. It needed to be applied to the wounds on her shoulder and neck.

I advanced towards her and halted near the bed.

"Arata, we need to put this ointment on your wounds." I waved the tube and she understood what I wanted.

Quietly she lifted the dolphin pillow from her lap and placed it aside. She had changed into her purple night dress which had buttons in front. She scrambled forward and tried to nervously fumble with her buttons but the bandages restricted her action.

"Arata!" I calmly called her out and she lifted her eyes to watch me, unanswered questions lingering in them.

"Wait, move ahead, place your hands on your legs," I instructed, moving closer to her.

She obediently did as I had said.

Climbing in bed behind her, I settled and eased near her back. Her shoulders stiffened as my legs landed on both sides of her and I placed my hands on her shoulders.

"Relax! It’s going to be fine. You are safe," I rasped in her ear, propelling myself forward. Gently, I squeezed her shoulders, and tension escaped them like birds flying away in winter.

My hands shifted slowly from her shoulders to the buttons lined on her chest.

Carefully, I unbuttoned the top one and then shifted to the next one. My fingers brushed against the top swells of her breast, which peaked out like snowy peaks, and she shuddered under my touch but stayed put.