CHAPTER 4

Kian

He put the cigar between his lips and inhaled. Then he puffed the smoke directly into my face while his eyes looked me up and down from head to toe.

“Cough, cough. Are you an idiot? What are you doing? Why are you smoking in front of someone like this?” I was still coughing.

I tried to cover my mouth with one hand while staring at him.

He pulled the cigar away from his lips. “Are you comfortable here? If not, tell me. I will provide you with another room where you will be closer to me.” His eyes never left my bare legs.

“What?” I asked.

He shook his head while tightening his jaw and glanced around.

“Your skin is really white. Your body must be soft too, I'm sure.”

I made a disgusted face when I heard that. I stared at him with a straight face. What the hell was he saying?

The way he was looking at me sent shivers down my whole body. This was not the way you looked at someone you only meet today.

“I think you are tired, so please leave now.”

I grabbed the door and was about to close it after saying that, but it wouldn't close. When I looked down, I saw blood dripping onto the floor.

I quickly opened the door and realized that he had put his hand between the door, which was why it had gotten cut when I tried to force the door closed.

My heart literally skipped a beat when I saw the blood dripping from his hand. And the wound was no small one either.

I grabbed his hand right away. “I am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I am really sorry.”

I pulled his hand inside, and he stepped into the room. I searched around for some tissues and wiped his blood first.

I was really panicked when I saw his wound and the blood. “We should go to the hospital. We need to go to the hospital right now.”

As I was saying that, he suddenly touched my face with his other hand, the one holding the cigar. The ashes from the cigar fell onto my neck.

I flinched, and he immediately removed his hand. “There is a first-aid kit in my room. Why don't you treat me instead of going to the hospital?” he asked.

He was already hurt because of me, which was bad enough, so I agreed. I wrapped my handkerchief around his wound as we left my room.

After coming out, I realized how quiet it was. Since it was already the middle of the night, I thought everyone had fallen asleep.

We walked through the hallway, and that was where Cassian's room was. The door was already open, so while holding his hand, we stepped inside. I started searching for the first-aid kit while he sat on the bed.

“The first-aid kit is in my wardrobe,” he said from behind me.

I stood up from the ground and, turning around, went toward the wardrobe. When I opened it, I only saw his clothes inside. But when I moved them aside, I noticed a first-aid kit placed in the corner. I grabbed it and went back to him.

I sat down beside him. Gently, I untied my handkerchief from his wound. Then I cleaned the wound first, applied some ointment, and bandaged it. Once I was done, I glanced up at him.

He was looking at me with serious eyes.

“What happened, Cassian?” I asked.

His serious expression quickly changed, and he started to smile. He pulled his hand back from mine.

“It’s nothing. I’m just worried about how I’ll handle things now since my hand has gotten this serious wound.”

I truly felt responsible for this. If I hadn’t closed the door in such a hurry, his hand wouldn’t have gotten hurt in the first place. Still, he didn’t blame me. He was such a nice guy.

“I’m sorry, Cassian. Because of me, you got hurt. I’ll help you if you need anything, so don’t worry.”

He nodded while smiling. “Kian, you should go to your room now and take some rest. I’ll be fine.”

Since he seemed confident, I stood up and left the room, going back to my own room.

After coming back, when I closed the door, I saw those drops of blood on the ground. I grabbed some tissues and wiped them up. Even my top had a stain of blood on it. I changed my outfit again before going to sleep.

The next day, some noise reaching my ears made me wake up. When I opened my eyes, I realized I wasn’t in my old house anymore. I was in my stepmother’s new house.

“Kian, son, wake up.”

It was Dad’s voice. He always woke me up, and he had come here to wake me up as well.

I quickly stepped down from the bed, pulling the blanket off me. When I opened the door, Dad was standing right in front of me.

“Dad, morning,” I said as I hugged him. It was a habit of mine, hugging Dad after waking up. He was the only family member I could lean on, after all.