Chapter 231 - Why can’t you think about yourself? (2/2)

My trembling body was engulfed, and I could feel Eshan's warmth holding me in his embrace. Wrapping my hands around his waist, I clasped them behind his back. The severity of the situation was making it hard for me to breathe. I breathed deeply, telling myself to calm down.

”Aah…” I flinched in pain when Eshan rubbed his palm on my shoulder. It was the place where I had gotten hit by the purse.

”What's wrong?”

”N-Nothing.” I stammered.

”Innaya? We should stop hiding things from each other,” Eshan said.

I looked down, guiltily. If I told him about the reason why it hurt, would he not get angry at his mother?

Before I could decide what I would do, Eshan walked behind me. I did not realize when he took hold of the zipper of the dress, pulled it down all the way to my waist.

I gasped, feeling startled when a cold air greeted my bare flesh. What was he doing? What situation was we in? Was today called- 'weirdest day?'

He pressed his warm palm on the unconcealed skin of my back, abruptly breaking all my thoughts. The skin to skin contact, when he could see my almost bare back sent shivers through my spine.

”Stop moving around.”

Eshan sounded crestfallen, and his palm exerted a little more force than before. ”You should have let the nurse take a look.”

”It's nothing.” I shook my head, reaching for his palm on my back. I patted it twice. It should be nothing more than some slight abrasion. While I secretly wished he could take his hand, and his eyes away. Quite often if we got hit, the place would be painful for a while. Here, his mother had used full force while throwing her clutch at Fortune.

”It's bleeding,” Eshan said.

”Oh!” Why would it bleed? I frowned. Why Eshan's mother would try to hurt Fortune puzzled me.

”Why can't you think about yourself?” Eshan grumbled. His fingertips moved around in a leisure manner across my skin.

”I have you to think about me,” I replied even before realizing. The answer came naturally. I had him. No one in this world would think and care about me as much as he did.

”You… forget it. Stay here, I'll take care of it.”

”You've to take care of a lot of things,” I whispered, recalling the mess that was still unsorted.

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