Chapter Forty-six
As soon as Blaze left the room, Arabella was the only thought on his mind. So, he hurried down to the clinic because he believed that was only where she could be.
Also, Janice had said something about her dying, so he imagine she was ill or maybe something happened to her with Sandro again.
He guessed it was the latter because he saw the fatigue she often tried to brush off. Even when he kissed her yesterday. Her body had been warm but he didn’t get the chance to ask her if she was alright.
He stood by the door side and stared at her. Almost immediately as if she was expecting him, her eyes flitted to his.
“Blaze.” She mumbled. She attempted to stand to her feet and he rushed into the room.
“Hey,” Blaze said, gripping her hand. “Hold on.” He gripped a pillow to brace her back as she sat up.
Arabella shook her head. “I’m fine. Just a slight pounding of my head and Francis went to fetch painkillers.”
Blaze prodded her cheeks and every part of her body. “No injury.” He heaved a breath and stared at her again. “What happened and why wasn’t I notified that you are here?”
“I sent Janice to you. You didn’t get any message from her?”
That witch. She had kept the information from him on purpose.
Blaze settled into one of the side stools beside the bed and took her hand.
“Isn’t this tiring?” Arabella sighed and she continued as he tilted his eyebrow. “Coming to see me all the time in the clinic. It’s an eyesore and I don’t think anyone will be happy to do it all the time as it’s looking like a routine now.”
“I’m not complaining.” Blaze said.
“You don’t need to. I feel like you are being nice to me because you don’t enjoy seeing me in pain.”
Blaze shook his head. He was being nice to her for some other reason. “I like…”
He trailed off as the door opened. Francis strode inside saving him from making an error by telling her his feelings.
Maybe she would have done nothing about it, but he was expecting a positive response from her regardless.
“Hey,” Francis said. His eyes left Blaze to Arabella. “How are you feeling?”
He placed the thermometer in her mouth and raised it to his eye level.
“The fever is going down. I think it’s mild. You’ll get better soon.”
Arabella nodded. “Can I leave here today?”
“No.” Blaze said before Francis could reply. “Until you get better. Leaving here isn’t a good idea.”
“It’s mild.” She reminded him. “I’m fine and I don’t think leaving here will make me die.”
A vein ticked in Blaze’s jaw and Arabella wondered if she annoyed him as he stood.
He glared at her and turned to Francis. “What kind of doctor are you? Are you telling her she can leave here as well? I don’t see the reason she’d have such thoughts!”
“Leave Francis alone,” Arabella said as she saw him trembling. He was scared of Sandro. She had seen how he cowers in front of him. He was scared of Blaze as well.
Who wouldn’t be? Compared to Francis, Blaze was built with toned muscles. He was taller than Frances and she believed it was two to three inches above him.
And Blaze looked kind of intimidating when he chose to be.
Unlike Sandro who exudes pure wickedness, Blaze was calm.
That was the reason she could stay longer in his presence without being afraid.
“Why should I?” Blaze glared.
“I made up my mind to leave. I didn’t discuss it with him so he knows nothing about it.”
Blaze narrowed his eyes at her for a few seconds before looking away. He strode to Arabella’s bedside and gripped her hand. “You are not thinking straight, Bella. I don’t want you to come back in here again. It’s better you stay until you get better.”
Arabella nodded. She barely concentrated on his words. She was staring at his lips and she recalled how they had expertly kissed her.
She reddened and cleared her throat as she felt a nudge on her hand.
“Sorry.”Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.
“What for?” Blaze asked, then chuckled as her cheeks reddened. “I don’t mind you ogling me, but get well so I won’t have nasty thoughts about you being in nothing under this ridiculous gown you are in.”
Flushing Arabella’s eyes flickered to Francis and she breathed out as she realized he wasn’t in the room.
Blaze was making a pass at her. She was sure of that.
The way his lips curved up at the corner made her swoon internally. She didn’t know what was going on with her.
But she was sure of one thing, she wanted Blaze’s hands all over her as soon as was out of the room.
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It was afternoon and Blaze finally agreed for her to leave the room after much pleading.
Moreover, it was all based on a condition of not overworking herself and he had told her he’d talk to Sandro about leaving her be for the meantime.
Whatever Blaze said worked because she hadn’t seen Sandro since she left. It was as if he disappeared from the house.
Yet, even with the disappearance, his absence ignited fear.
Arabella halted as she caught sight of Blaze. She tilted her head and hurried towards him.
She narrowed her eyes and jumped in front of him.
Blaze put out his hand to shove her but quickly retracted it and stuck it into his pants.
“I haven’t seen you all day. Did you just come by the clinic to see me and vanish without caring about how I feel?”
He loathed this. Blaze loathed when feelings were mentioned. He never did things with feeling as he believed it was a setback.
He didn’t want to associate feelings with Arabella even from the beginning but each time he tried not to, he failed.
There was no way he could ignore her even as he tried to. Because she was all over the fucking house, her scent and the thought of her.
“I’m not avoiding you and I’ve been busy.”
“You are lying,” Arabella said. “You can’t even look me in the eyes. Did I do something wrong? Was it about the kiss? But we already talked about that and you acted normal in the clinic today!” She glared at him as he tried to move.
She intercepted him and rolled her eyes as he groaned.
“I am not thinking about that and it shouldn’t have happened in the first place. I shouldn’t have even kissed you. Now it seems as though I am leading you on.”
Arabella furrowed her brows, she didn’t know what he was talking about but she doubted he didn’t regret anything about the kiss as he said that night.
“I enjoyed the kiss albeit surprised. But that should mean nothing. It just happened and this kind of thing happens all the time. We should be cool.” Arabella said.
“As I said, I didn’t regret it. But don’t dwell too much on it. It was just a spur of the moment.” Blaze said.
Arabella gritted her teeth and clenched her hands. Spur of the moment?!
She couldn’t believe he’d say such. He was regretting it, she could see the way his brown orbs avoided her gaze.
Moreover, she saw he was reluctant to stay in her presence and would rather move away as soon as possible if she wasn’t in this way.
She was stupid to have thought they were on the same page.
Was he using her the way Sandro was?
All thoughts ran through her mind but she didn’t know what was the truth and what was not.
Blaze was sorry. His chest tightened and the urge to pull her into a hug filled him. As he stared at her eyes, he glimpsed the tears that welled up in them.
It was his fault. He wouldn’t say otherwise. She might think he was using her. That was what people often told him when he showed any sign of withdrawal from them even if he didn’t say anything about going into a relationship with them before.
He wished to comfort her and tell her he was just acting everything out.
Yet, he couldn’t.
Sandro was watching everything he does. Even though he agreed to support him earlier, Blaze had seen who Sandro sent to watch all that he does.
Although the watcher said nothing to him, Blaze knew when someone was being watched because he had done jobs like that for a long time.
He didn’t want her to get into trouble and he believed she had suffered enough.
He stared around and noticed they were in front of Sandro’s room.
“I hate…”
Knowing what she was going to say next, he halted her. “Go in.”
“Why should I answer you? You are a jerk Blaze and seeing your face irks me.”
“I know.” He said. “Just go in and don’t do anything stupid. We’ll get to talk later.”
The nerves of him!
He assumed he could say whatever he wanted to her any time of the day. Goodness, she wished she could slap him. She didn’t know how he’d react but she felt the urge to do so and she didn’t care about his reaction.
“Stop telling me what to do.” She gripped the handle of the door. “And I am not interested in seeing you later.”
She tossed him a dirty look before going inside the room.
“At least, you obeyed one.” He said to the door. Then he chuckled before leaving as well.