Chapter 3

The man immediately stopped his actions upon hearing Jemima's shout. He got up from Sam's body. Ian, who looked frightened, stumbled backward, while Mat, whose hand was injured earlier, quickly moved Sam's body, intending to leave the place, abandoning the dirty streets.

After the three men left, the mysterious man sat down exhausted. He appeared tired, and moments later, he fell unconscious.

"Hey, wake up. What happened?" asked Jemima, unsure of what to do.

Suddenly, some vagrants approached her. Jemima was scared, thinking they would attack her.

"Quickly call an ambulance or a taxi, Miss."

"Yes, your helper must be seriously injured."

Jemima felt relieved as the vagrants approached to help her. However, she was slightly annoyed that when she was attacked earlier, none of the vagrants enabled her, except for this one person.

Oh, how foolish! Jemima sighed inwardly and immediately called an ambulance and a few minutes later, the paramedics arrived, taking her and her helper away from that place.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Jemima and the man were promptly treated. However, only the man received an IV and serious treatment due to his severe injuries.

That night, Jemima stayed at the hospital to wait for her helper to wake up. She didn't want to leave without thanking or repaying him.

The next day, the man woke up in confusion, realizing his tattered clothes were no longer on him, replaced by strange pajamas. There was a tube in his hand and several bandages covering his wounds, making him realize he was being treated at the hospital.

"What happened to me?" he muttered.

Looking around with a headache and foggy mind, as he tried to get up, he felt someone holding his hand tightly. Glancing to the side, he saw a woman sleeping next to him, holding his hand firmly, her head resting at the edge of the bed where she lay.

Gathering his senses, the man tried to recall who the girl was.

"Sa-rah..." he whispered.

The girl's face slowly lifted, her eyes sparkling with joy.

"Are you awake? How do you feel now? Do you still feel pain in other parts of your body?" Jemima asked enthusiastically.

The man seemed disappointed as the woman was not Sarah. He was reluctant to answer and leaned his head back on the bed.

Why her? Was I too formal? Jemima thought, furrowing her brow, then gently rubbed her face, just waking up from a nap.

"You can go home once you're fully awake," she murmured.

"Do you have a place to stay?" Jemima asked.

"Where do you live? Let me take you home," she continued.

The man looked puzzled about how to respond.

"Oh! What's the point of me babbling on? You probably don't have a place to stay," Jemima grumbled while getting up from her chair, looking tired, trying to stretch her stiff and sore waist.

"Put on these clothes. Hopefully, they fit," Jemima said, handing him a black plastic bag containing a top, a fur-lined winter jacket, jeans, and even men's underwear.

The man she was talking to seemed slow to react.

"Hey, put them on quickly. The hospital bills will pile up if you linger like this," Jemima urged, preparing to tidy up her clothes.

Upon hearing the word 'bills,' the man became self-aware. Even for someone he had helped, his life was not worth the hospital bill. Seeing the change in her helper's face, Jemima felt guilty. She didn't mean to offend or belittle his dignity.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"It's okay," the man interrupted, pulling out the IV needle still attached to his arm.

"A nurse should have done that!" Jemima exclaimed, grimacing.

"Sloppy!" she continued, snorting.

The man didn't care, quickly changing his clothes. The clothes fit perfectly, as if the woman had measured his body before buying them for him.

"Are you a pervert?" was the surprising first question that came out of the man's mouth, leaving Jemima taken aback.

"What did you say?" Jemima replied, annoyed, glancing briefly at the man who was now shirtless. Jemima immediately turned her face away.

"My old clothes, where are they?" the man didn't care even though his first question was unanswered by the woman.

"Thrown away."

"Smelly!"

The man could only say 'Oh,' appearing at a loss for words, while Jemima's mind was still questioning the meaning of the man's earlier statement about being a pervert.

"Done," the man said.

Jemima turned around, and in front of her stood the man in his changed clothes, looking very handsome. Jemima was captivated because, behind the man in shabby clothes from the previous night, there was a hidden handsome man.

"Wait, those clothes fit perfectly. Do you think I measured your body by having you undress?" Jemima asked, making sure.

The man's expression was flat, pretending not to care as the girl was confused and left to assume on her own.

Doesn't torturing someone need to be done without hitting them? The man thought with a grin.

"Ugh! Let's go home," Jemima invited after everything seemed ready.

The man nodded and walked ahead.

"Hey, not that way," Jemima intervened.

"Where to?" the man asked, confused.

"Anywhere but there unless you have your own house," Jemima replied, looking at her helper.

"Oh, kidding. Just follow me. You're free to leave when you feel better," continued.

The man nodded, scratching his head that didn't itch at all. Eventually, he decided to be shameless for the second time, especially since he had no money, his stomach was empty, and his body still felt sore.

Unlike the man, Jemima thought differently. She felt uneasy about leaving the man in the same place as the vagrants, especially after seeing his appearance that didn't seem too shabby. A little grooming made him look like a magazine fashion model.

Unintentionally and with a flirtatious manner, Jemima began to think of other naughty things in her mind.

"Ew, go away. Go. Go!" Jemima shooed, waving her hands at someone.

"Are you shooing me?" the man asked.

Jemima quickly turned back, feeling guilty.

"No," she replied firmly.

She felt embarrassed by her silly fantasies.