Lara
My shoulder deflated as soon as I stepped out of my car. On the way to my locker are the queen bees of the school, who love to play pranks on me every day that I'm here at the school.
I wondered why they loved to bully me. I am not a nerd. I am friendly and try to fit in even though I feel uncomfortable surrounded by people. I dressed in regular clothes, and I did well in class. I am not at the top or the bottom, but I am just fine.
I sigh again and try to ignore them. I lowered my head when I walked past them, but someone held my bag, stopping me from moving.
I looked up, and Scarlette's smiling face greeted me. Scarlette in my eyes. She's gorgeous. She is tall and has a good body figure with a beautiful look. She could be an actress if she ever tried to. The only bad thing is she covered that beautiful face with thick makeup, her body was covered by revealing clothes, without leaving any for imagination, and she had a nasty attitude.
"Yes?" I asked, my head hanging down. I'm not scared of her and her friends. I can endure the pain they inflicted on me. The reason why I endured all of it is that I don't want to be in trouble. This school is my safe haven, and I don't wish to be kicked out of here.
The only person I'm scared of is the Mafia boss, Blade. I only know the reason and my best friends, Owen and Ashley. I don't want anyone to know about it other than them. It's my little secret.
"Stay away from Owen." I sighed. How many times did she warn me about it? I can't count anymore. Since our first year in high school, she has been interested in my best friend, but sadly, Owen doesn't like her because he already has a girlfriend, a scary Ashley. If Ashley ever found out about Scarlette, I'm sure she would make her like a mop on the floor. I chuckled inside, just at the thought of it.
Ashley is a medical student. She's in her third year now. I know all of you wondered how Owen became her boyfriend. Owen is not a high school student. He already graduated as a surgeon last year, and the reason he was in high school is my other secret.
I wanted to roll my eyes at Scarlette's glaring face but hold myself, or it would earn a slap from her. Sigh, this girl is a bitch.
"Owen is my best friend. I couldn't stop him from coming near me. He's been my friend since my first year," I explained.
"Just stay away from him, or I'll make you,'' she warned. That warning again. I sigh. I moved away from them to go to my locker. She screamed, annoyed because she hated it when I turned my back on her while she was still talking, but stopped when she saw Owen approaching.
"Hi, Owen." She greeted him with a broad smile on her lips. Gone is the bitch Scarlette and was replaced by a sweet one.
"Hi," Owen answered shortly. "Lara, why are you still here? Your class will start in a few minutes." He scolded me. See, he's like a father to me.
"Good morning to you too." I sarcastically said, and I earned a deathly glare from Scarlette.
Owen chuckled at my remarks, then wrapped his arm around my shoulder and guided me to my room with Scarlette's blazing eyes following us.
"I can't accompany you home later because Ashley and I have a date. Is it fine?"
I rolled my eyes. "Why ask if you two already planned it?" I scoffed.
He just chuckled and kissed my forehead. "Be careful on your way home, Princess," he whispered.
"I know. Now shoo. I'm sure you don't have a plan to attend class, as if you need it anyway. Say hi to Ashley, and enjoy yourself."
"Thanks, Princess, be careful. Call me if anything happens.
"Okay, Dad. Bye." He chuckled and kissed my forehead again before he left. I sighed and went inside the classroom.
All my classes ended in a blur, and I am happy that I didn't encounter Scarlette on my way. I hurriedly went to the parking lot and got in my car. I fastened my seat belt, then slowly reversed my car out of the parking lot.
I stopped at the grocery store I passed by and bought some groceries for a week. It was already seven in the evening when I stepped out of the store. I put the groceries in the back seat before going to the driver's side. I turned on the ignition, but I screamed in fright when something or someone bumped into the driver's side window, and I saw blood on it.
I quickly unlocked my door. I know I'm not being careful, but what if someone needs my help? I stepped out of my car, and someone quickly covered my mouth. My eyes widened in fright.
"Help me." The man holding me whispered before he fell to the ground unconscious. I looked around, it was a bit dark where I parked my car, and I saw some movement a few meters away from where I was.
I could feel danger, but I couldn't force myself to leave this man. I opened the back seat, hurriedly moved the groceries into the trunk of my car, and helped the man in the back seat.
It took me five minutes before I finally laid him on the seat. I rechecked my surroundings, and I saw three men checking every car in the parking lot, and they were seven or eight vehicles away from us. I hurriedly wiped the blood off the window and kicked some dirt to cover the blood on the ground before entering the car.
I slowly reversed my car, thankful the exits were not where they were. I rolled my window so that they could see me. I saw them looking at me, but I pretended not to notice them and continued to drive at an average speed, and I let out a sigh of relief when they resumed checking other cars.
I quickly sped to the place I knew someone who could help him. I took out my phone from my bag and dialed Owen's number.
"Hey! He answered after two rings. "What's wrong? Something happened?"
"I need your help. I'm heading to your place now. Wait for me outside."
"But I'm not at home. I'm in Ashley's home."
"Then I will go there. Wait for me." I told him, then hung up. I glanced at the man behind me, and I saw that he was pale now. He has a wound on his chest, as well as on his side, and the blood continues to come out.
I stopped outside Ashley's two-story house, and I saw both she and Owen were already waiting outside.
Owen rushed to my car, face full of worries as soon as I stopped.
"What happened?" He asked, opening my door.
"I'm fine. Someone needs your help, and not me."
"Who?"
I opened the back seat, and he and Ashley gasped when they saw the man in the back seat. They exchanged a knowing look, and then I saw the panic on Owen's face. He hurriedly carried the man and ran inside, followed by Ashley.
I locked my car and followed them inside. Owen laid the man in a guest room, and Ashley rushed to prepare what they needed. I just watched in the corner, didn't know what to do, seeing the panic on both Ashley and Owen's faces.
Owen cut the man's shirt, and I am right. He had a wound on his chest and side. This man has a lot of tattoos on his body, but not on his face. He looked young and good-looking.
"We need blood," Owen said. Ashley quickly took her phone and made a call. After that, she returned to Owen's side and helped him. Owen's finger dipped into the wound, and he pulled something, a bullet, and Ashley quickly covered the wound to stop the blood.
Owen dips his finger again at the other wound and pulls another bullet. Two minutes later, the doorbell rang.
"Lara, can you get it? It's blood." Ashley said. I ran outside, and I saw a man standing there. He looked at me, and his eyes widened slightly before he lowered his head and handed me a cooler.
"This is the blood Miss Adams asked for," he said. I took the cooler from him, and he quickly left, but he glanced back at me when he was a few feet away before he finally got in his car. I shrugged it off and rushed back inside.
Ashley quickly took the cooler from me, took the blood bag, connected it to the IV, and connected it to the man's wrist.
I watched as Owen sewed the wound while Ashley was checking his vitals.
"He's safe now," Ashley said in relief.
"He almost did not make it," Owen muttered, throwing the gloves that he used in the bin.
"How did you find him," Owen asked and sat down on the couch in the corner. I moved toward him and settled on his right.
"I went to the grocery store, and when I was ready to leave, he just appeared outside my car. He bumped into the driver's side of my car, which startled me, then I saw blood on the window, so I checked it. I stepped out, but he quickly covered my mouth and asked for help. After that, he lost consciousness."
"You know that you are not careful?" He said with anger in his voice.
"I know, but I'm just curious, and I cannot leave him behind to die," I explained. He sighed, leaning his back on the sofa. Ashley sat on the armrest beside him, holding his hand.
"He's lucky to run in your car. If not, he's already dead now," Ashley said.
"I'm going home now."
"No, you will sleep here tonight. It's dangerous for you," Owen quickly said.
"Okay." I agreed without arguing. "But I bought some meat."
"Don't worry. I'll put it in the fridge later. And I'll bring your groceries to your house tomorrow."
"Okay. I'm resting now."
"There's food in the dining area above the table if you're hungry," Ashley said.
"Thanks," I said and made my way to one of the spare rooms, where I always stay every time I am there.
I took out my pajamas and went into the bathroom, and washed up. After, I went to the dining area and ate.
I washed my plate and made my way to my room but stopped at the door where the man was, and I heard Ashley and Owen whispering something like a boss, and some I couldn't hear properly. I shrugged it off and went into my room to sleep. I'm tired, and tomorrow I need to wake up early because Ashley's place is an hour's drive from school. I sighed and drifted off to sleep.
***
I groaned when my alarm sounded. I weakly sat up and picked up my phone, and turned off my alarm. I yawned and stretched my body. It's still five-thirty in the morning, but I must leave earlier if I don't want to be late.
I went into the bathroom and took a bath. After that, I dressed up and fixed myself. I have spare clothes for both Owen and Ashley's house if I can't avoid a sleepover with them.
I stepped out of my room, and I made my way to the room where the man was staying. I slowly twisted the knob and pushed the door open, I stepped inside, and a brown orb greeted me, curtains with long curly lashes looking at me.
"You're awake. How are you?" I asked and went to the side of the bed.
"Where am I, and who are you?"
"You don't remember? You asked for my help last night. I'm the one inside the car, and I brought you here to my friend's house. She helps you. She's a medical student." He tried to sit, but I quickly held his shoulder.
"Just lay down. You are still weak, and your wound might bleed again. You want something?"
"Water." He weakly said.
"Wait. I'll get some water for you." I ran out of the room and went to the kitchen, where Ashley cooked something.
"Your patient is awake, and he asked for water," I told her, grabbed bottled water on top of the counter and a straw, and ran back to the room, with Ashley following me.
"Here." I help him drink, and after two sips, Ashley stops him.
"Enough." You cannot drink too much." Ashley said.
"This is Ashley, my friend that helped you, and I am Lara. What is your name, and why do you have a bullet wound?"
"I'm Scott, and someone robbed me." He answered shortly.
"Lara stopped asking him a question. He's still weak. He needs to rest." Ashley told me.
"Okay. I need to go to school anyway. I'll drop by later before I go home. Bye, Scott. Get well soon. Bye, Ashley, tell Owen I left already."
"He's waiting for you outside."
"He's early," I gasped. Ashley just chuckled and told me to go.
" Bye, Scott," I said again before leaving. "Wow, he's handsome, but he looks a bit older than me. I smiled and stepped out of the front door, and went to my car.
"Why are you smiling," Owen asked as soon as I sat in the passenger seat. I fastened my seat belt, and he quickly drove off.
"Our patient is so handsome, and he's awake now. And his name is Scott. He said someone robbed him."
"You have a crush on him now?" He teased me. I just rolled my eyes at him and looked outside the window. Owen just chuckled and ignored me.
We arrived at school, and I facepalm when I saw Scarlette and her cronies near my car.
"What?" Owen asked when he saw my annoyed face.
"Your dear Scarlette will be furious to see you leave my car. She warned me again yesterday to stay away from you, or she will make me."
"You're a big girl now. You can defend yourself from a bully like her." He teased me.
"You know I can't. What if I get kicked out?"
"Then we went home. That's simple."
I glared at him. "I don't want to go home. I'm fine here." I said, annoyed, and stepped out of my car. Owen just shook his head and followed behind me. Scarlette's eyes quickly turned into slits when she saw Owen exit my vehicle. I ignored her, went to my locker, took out the needed book, and entered my classroom.
"I hope nothing will happen to me after my classes end, but all my hope vanishes. During lunch, Scarlette purposely tripped on the table legs, and the hot soup she was carrying was thrown on my arm, resulting in a red burn on it. On my way to my car, one of the jocks accidentally threw a soccer ball at me, and I fell and got a bruise on my right face. They laughed at me, but I ignored them and went inside my car.
"You alright?" Owen asked worriedly. He had helped me many times before, but I got mad at him and told him to stop doing it. He was mad at me, but I was stubborn, and he finally gave in and always watched when someone bullied me.
"Your face. Ashley will get mad when she sees it."
"I just lied," I told him. He just shook his head and drove off to Ashley's place.
I quickly went to Scott's room as soon as we arrived, and he was already sitting leaning on the headboard, with Ashley checking his vitals.
"You're okay now?" I asked and placed my bag on the couch in the corner.
"Yes, thank you." He weakly said. I grinned and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Lara, what happened to your face," Ashley asked. I hung my head down, biting my lips. "I bumped into the door." I lied. I saw Scott looking at me, and I smiled at him, but he just looked at me. I pouted and looked at Ashley but quickly recoiled when I saw her deathly glare.
"Stop lying." She snarled. Owen stepped inside and mouthed, "I told you so."
"Some jocks were playing soccer, and a ball hit me on my face," I told her, twiddling my fingers. I looked up when I heard Scott chuckle while looking at me.
"Stop chuckling. It's not funny." I scoffed. " You haven't seen Ashley get mad. If you see her, I'm sure you'll get scared."
Ashley and Owen exchange that knowing look again while looking at Scott, who has a smile on his lips.
"I'm going home now. Ashley is mad." I said, standing up.
"I'm just mad because you let them bully you." She scolded me. "How many times have I told you to fight those bullies?"
"I'm fine. And it's not painful."
"You're not fine." She continues, but I quickly hug her, smiling.
"I'm fine. See, this is only a small bruise. I just put ice on it, and boom, it's gone." I grinned.
"Lara...
"I know, I know. You're just worried, but I assure you, I'm fine. And when it gets too much, I will do something about it." She sighed and patted my head.
I smile at Scott, whose eyes are not leaving me all this time. "Umm! Scott, you want us to call your relatives to tell them what happened to you?"
"Ashley already did, and a friend will come to get me later."
"Ah, okay. So this is a goodbye then."
"I'm sure we will see each other again. And thank you for saving my life. I owe my life to you."
"Forget about it. Anyone who sees you that night will do what I did."
"You're wrong. If I didn't run into you that night, I'm sure I'd be dead now. Not many people are as kind as you."
"I'm flattered, thank you."
"Thank you." He said and offered his hand for a handshake. I accepted it, smiling. His hand is warm and hard against mine. He shook my hand longer than necessary, but I didn't mine, and he only let go when Owen cleared his throat.
"Lara, it's already late. Come on. I'll drive you home." He said and stepped out of the door.
"Bye, Ashley. Bye, Scott." I waved at them and followed Owen outside.
Scott
James picked me up from Ashley's home at around ten. I'm so thankful they are not the type to ask many questions. They asked once and didn't ask for a follow-up on it.
I'm so grateful for their help, without knowing who I am. My life, I owe it to Lara and them. That girl was selfless. She doesn't think of the danger when she helps me. She helps me because I need it.
I smile when I remember her face when Ashley scolded her. She looks like a five-year-old kid being scolded by her mother, twiddling her thumbs on her lap.
She's so cute and beautiful, and at the same time, her smile is contagious. It seems like it brightens the whole room every time she does it.
She looks carefree without a care in the world. And my heart skipped a beat for the first time when she smiled at me. I looked at James, who was already looking at me, waiting for my order.
"Find everything you can about Lara and those men that chased after me. What happened to them?"
"We caught them, boss. They are in the basement."
"Good, leave them there for a while until I get better. Gather information about Lara first."
"What is her surname, boss?"
"I don't know."
"But...
"Just do it. She's studying at Seoul University. You start there."
"Okay, boss." I closed my eyes and leaned my weak body on my seat, but I quickly opened my eyes when Lara's smiling face greeted me behind my closed eyelids. I cursed inside.
"What's wrong with me? Why did I see her when I closed my eyes?" I thought and closed my eyes again, and again I saw her there smiling at me. I just sighed and watched her in there until I fell asleep, and even in my dream, she was there, smiling at me.
I cursed inside when James shook me, waking me up from sleep. I opened my eyes, and we had already arrived in the parking lot at my house.
Aron and Mark are already outside, waiting. James stepped out of the car, opened the door on my side, and helped me out.
"Boss!" Aron and Mark greeted me." I nodded at them, and Aron helped James lead me into my room.
"Inform everyone that I'm on vacation for a while. Don't tell anyone what happened. Continue our business as if nothing happened to me."
"Yes, boss," they answered.
"And I want Lara here tomorrow." Aron and Mark looked at me confused but didn't dare ask.
"Yes, boss," James answered. "Do you need anything before we leave, boss?"
"No," I answered, and they quickly left my room. I lay on my bed, thinking about what happened a few days ago.
Those men knew that I was alone, and they knew that I was the one in the car. Someone has tipped them, but who? James, Mark, and Aron, we're the only one who knows where I am, and I'm sure none of them leaked the information. There's a spy, and I'll find out who it is soon. For now, I need to get well more quickly. With the help of Miss Lara, I'm sure she won't let me down when she finds out that no one will take care of me. That girl has no bad bones in her body, and I want her, and I make sure to have her.
The following day, James woke me up to eat so that I could drink my medicine. He asked if he could help me change the bandage on my wounds because that was what Ashley told him, but I declined. I'm waiting for someone to do it later. I smile when I think of Lara.
"Just bring Lara here, and make sure no one sees you. After that, all of you leave and the information about her. I want it tomorrow.
"Yes, boss." He answered without asking questions. I'm not too fond of it when someone questions me, and they don't forget about it.
During lunch, I don't eat because no one will help me bring the food to my room. I ignored my hunger, waiting for the girl to come.
At around five-thirty in the afternoon, I heard a knock at the door, and it was open. James stepped inside, with Lara following behind him. I smile inside as soon as I see her, and my heart skips a beat again when she smiles at me, and I like that feeling.
"Sorry, Lara, for asking for your help to take care of Scott while I'm away. I don't know anyone I could trust to ask for help. We moved here a month ago, and we still don't know anyone. I have a significant business tonight, and I don't know when it will end."
"It's okay. I have nothing to do anyway, and my house is just two blocks away from here."
See, she's kind. A smile formed on my lips this time that didn't escape from the hawk eye of my right hand, but I knew he wouldn't ask or tease me if he valued his life.
"Wait, you're living near us?" I asked, and she nodded her head, smiling. "Why haven't I seen you before?"
"You just moved here, that's why, and I always stay at home." She explained.
"Thank you, Lara. I need to leave now. My business meeting is significant, and my presence is needed there." James said.
"It's okay, but I wondered why you have a business meeting at night. Is it normal?" James chuckled awkwardly.
"Yes, it's normal."
"Okay, then. You need to go. Don't worry. Your friend looks harmless." James looked at me, and I knew he wanted to laugh but held himself, but I quickly glared at him.
"Thank you once again, Lara. Scott! I'm going." He said instead.
"Okay, make sure you finish your work before returning." He nodded his head. He already knew what I meant before he stepped out of the door.
"Scott, haven't you changed since yesterday? The clothes you're wearing are the ones you were wearing before I left yesterday. "
"What can I do? No one will help me," I explained. She sighed.
"Where are your clothes?"
"Over there." I pointed at my closet. She quickly stood up and went to it. She pulled out a shirt and a boxer. What the... Don't tell me she'll change my boxer too?" I watched her when she returned to me and lay the clothes on my bed.
"Bathroom?"
"Over there." She quickly went inside it, and after a few minutes, she returned with a small basin and a face towel.
"You don't have to do this, Lara. You can help me change the bandage on my wound. I'll ask James to help me change my clothes when he returns.
"You didn't hear him? He said he didn't know when he was going to finish. If you wait for him to change, you'll wear those clothes for forty-eight hours. That's disgusting, Scott."
Shit why haven't I thought about it earlier? I should ask James to help me change my clothes before he leaves. I've been naked in front of many girls before, but with Lara, I feel shy instantly.
She set the basin on the bedside table, then sat beside me. " Come sit down." She held my shoulder and helped me sit, leaning my back on the headboard.
I watch her slowly open the button on my top without hesitation. I sighed and just watched her. After she completely opened it, she slowly removed it from me. She picked up the face towel and dipped it in the water, and squeezed it. Slowly, she wiped my face down on my neck, arms, and body with my eyes, not leaving her total concentration on the work at hand.
She's gorgeous; she has flawless skin and plump lips. It looks so soft and kissable. I gulped down and quickly looked away when she looked at me.
"I'll remove the bandage from your wounds to clean them and apply some antiseptic, okay?." She said. Her minty breath fanned my face, sending shivers all over my body.
I never felt this way with any girl I'd been with before. I've been with many women, but they never make me feel this way. Lara, she's waking up something inside me I couldn't handle, and she's the only one who can calm it down. And I only met her a few days ago, and how she affects me scared me.
Carefully, she removed the bandage and cleaned my wound. After that, she applied some antiseptic and bandaged it back again.
She smells so good. Her hair smells like lavender, and it looks so soft and smooth. It reaches her waist, auburn and slightly curly, and looks good on her.
After bandaging my wounds, she helped me wear my shirt, but I cursed and grabbed her hand when she tried to pull my pants down.
"How can you change if you don't remove your pants?"
"I will do it," I said.
"Are you sure you can do it? Don't worry. I won't look." She giggled. This girl is teasing me.
"Yes, I can do it. Can you help me order some food? I haven't eaten lunch earlier."
"Why? Aishh!!! Never mind. Okay, you change. Is it okay if I go to your kitchen? Delivered food is not good for you. I'll see what I can cook."
"It's okay. I already burden you a lot. Just order food for me."
"You already burden me. Why not burden me all the way." She said with that smile on her lips again.
"Okay, thank you."
"Now change, be careful of your wounds. They might open again, and call me if you need help. I don't mind." She giggled and left the room.
A smile formed on my lips. She was carefree, and she came to help when I asked for it, although she didn't know who I was. She trusted everyone so fast, and it wasn't good for her. She might trust the wrong person one day. I sighed and pulled my pants down, enduring the pain in my chest. It's better than Lara seeing me naked.
I winced in pain when I leaned down a little when I slipped on a new boxer. I pant like I ran a mile just by pulling my boxer up. I lay back on my bed, panting, and my wound hurt slightly.
I patiently waited for Lara to return, but I bolted from the bed when I heard her shriek. I groaned in pain. I think my wounds opened again.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, don't worry. I just accidentally touched the burning pot." She screamed from the kitchen. I cursed and lay back on my bed, wincing. I felt something wet on my chest. I cursed again.
"Lara!! I weakly called out, "Lara!!
"Yes! She burst through the door carrying a tray of food. She sat it on the bedside table first before he faced me.
"Are you alright?" She asked when she saw my face contorted in pain.
"I'm not. I think my wound is bleeding." I whispered.
"What?" She quickly pulled my shirt up and gasped. "Oh god, oh god. A lot of blood." She panicked. She rushed to her bag in the corner and quickly pulled her phone out.
"Ashley!! I need your help. Scott, his wound is bleeding a lot. I will give you the address to come here soon." She said, then hung up. She went inside the bathroom, and when she returned, she was carrying a basin and a towel again. She set it on the floor, then sat on the edge of my bed.
"What happened? Why are your wounds bleeding?" She asked, wiping the sweat on my forehead and face.
"You startled me when you screamed. I thought someone had broken into the house, and I bolted up from bed." I explained, biting my lower lips. My wound was painful, as if it was hit by a bullet again.
"Sorry. What took Ashley for so long?" She muttered while wiping my face and neck.
"Calm down. I'm fine. I won't die with this." I joked to lighten the mood. I chuckled when she bolted outside when the doorbell rang. A few minutes later, she came back with Ashley following behind her.
Ashley quickly came beside me. She removed my shirt, removed the bandage on my wound, and shook her head when she saw my open wounds.
"What did you do? Why is your wound open again?"
"It's my fault. I screamed when I burned my hand, and Scott thought someone broke inside the house, so he bolted up from the bed." Lara explained. Ashley sighed but smiled, shaking her head.
"Why are you here, acting as a nurse?" She questioned while he bandaged back my wound after she cleaned and applied an antiseptic on it.
"He asked for my help because no one would help him." Ashley raised her eyebrows but didn't utter a word.
"Don't stay too late outside, Lara. It's dangerous." Ashley said after she returned her things to her bag.
"Okay, I'll go home after Scott eats his dinner."
"Okay, Scott, don't force yourself to move around for a while. Wait for two to three days."
"Okay, and thank you, Ashley, for coming."
"It's okay. Lara, you go home after. You have class."
"Okay, Mom." She pouted but winced when Ashley smacked her head.
"Stop smacking me. I got a lot from school already." She pouted.
"Then stop answering me with sarcasm, and besides, it's your fault why your classmates bully you." She glared at her and left without saying goodbye.
"Don't mind her. She's just a mother hen, but she's an excellent friend, together with Owen." She said, smiling.
"She cares for you."
"I know. Now eat. I need to be home at eleven, or Ashley will return to get me and drag me out of your house." She said and helped me to sit up. She placed a pillow behind me and let me lean on the headboard. She picked up a bowl of porridge from the tray and fed me.
"Scott, what is your surname? If you don't mind me asking,"
"Miller."
"Miller??? Why does it sound familiar? Miller, Scott Miller. " She gasped, eyes widening. She put the bowl back on the tray and looked at me closely.
"Scott Miller, as in Scott Miller, the owner of Miller's. Corps." She asked. I chuckled but nodded my head.
"What??? Then why not hire a nurse to care for you or go to the Hospital? You have a lot of money."
"I don't trust anyone."
"And you trust me, a stranger?"
"Lara, if you want me dead, you already left me in the parking lot bleeding, but you did not. You save me. That's enough reason to trust you."
"You have a point there, but still...
"Lots of people want me dead. I'm just being careful." She nodded her head this time, picked up the porridge, and resumed feeding me.
"I didn't know that Scott Miller was young. I thought you were an older man because the media can't produce a photo of you. Always a representative and a lawyer.
"I just don't want to expose my handsome face." I chuckled when she rolled her eyes.
"How about you, Lara? What is your surname?"
"My name is Lara Carter." I stiffened, and a smile broke my lips. "What a small world," I thought. Unexpectedly, I raised my hand and caressed her face.
"What?" She asked and pulled away from my touch.
"Sorry, there's something on your face." I lied.
" How old are you, Lara?"
"I'm eighteen." She answered and resumed feeding me. I smiled, looking at her. My little wife, finally, I found you. I'm so mad at your grandfather for forcing me to sign the marriage contract without knowing and seeing you. But I need to do it so that the members will agree to pass down the leadership to me, And another reason why I have second thoughts about it. I thought you were the same as those daughters of high-ranking officials of our organization, all stock up bitch, but now that I see you, I think your grandfather did an excellent job. You are mine without your knowing it, Lara. You know you are Blade's wife, but you don't know that Scott Miller and Blade are one person. You are mine, and I'll make you fall for me without forcing you.
I know why you're hiding from your grandfather. It's because of me, Blade, your husband.
"Scott, you're done eating. I need to go home now. Ashley will call me any minute from now, and when she finds out that I'm not home, she'll come back here and drag me home."
She gasped when I wrapped my arms around her. "Scott, what's wrong? Are you in pain again?"
"Thank you, thank you, Lara, thank you." She smiled this time and pulled away from the hug.
"You already said thank you many times. And I'll tell you it's okay. I did it because I wanted to. Now, lie down so that I can go home. Do you need anything before I go?"
"Can you help me take my medicine from the drawer?" She quickly took it and handed it to me.
"Here." I took it from her hand and popped a capsule in my mouth, and she held the glass to my lips. I smiled, then took a sip and swallowed the medicine.
Thank you."
"Welcome. I need to go now. Bye, Mr. Miller."
"Take care, Lara." She nodded, grinning, then carried the tray back to the kitchen. I heard the front door close, slumping down on my bed. I picked up my phone on my bedside table and made a call.
"Hello, boss."
"Stop gathering information about Lara, and put two of our trusted men to guard her wherever she goes. Tell them to make sure she doesn't notice them."
"Yes! Boss." He answered, and I quickly hung up. I redialed another number, and after three rings, he picked it up.
"Blade."
"Found her, and she saved my life."
"I heard about it. I think you are fated for each other. The situation brought you together. What will you do now? Do you have any plans to introduce yourself to her?" To tell her who you are?"
"No, I'll stay as Scott for her."
"Be careful. Her parents and I didn't hide her for eighteen years just for you to expose her identity to the underground world."
"I will, and thank you for forcing me to sign those marriage contracts two years ago." He heard the person on the other side chuckle.
"I know you'll fall for her the time you meet her. No one can resist the charm of that child, but be careful. She came from the underworld. Anyone that comes from the underworld is not as harmless as they look. I know that girl very well. I raised her.
"You mean...
"I won't tell you. You find it yourself. Bye, Blade, and take care of my dear granddaughter. I forced her to sign those marriage contracts because I know you are the only one with the power to protect her. See you soon." He said and hung up.
My sweet and innocent little wife turned out not so innocent then. I want to see the real Lara Carter, then.
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