Chapter 251 - I don’t mind being clawed by my drowning cat. (1/2)

|Innaya|

”How about you keep everything aside and sleep for the night?” Eshan asked as he held me.

Despite my attempts, Arjun still had left without sparing me another glance. Perhaps my words were too hurtful, and he did not want to have to do anything with me. I broke down into tears. It was Eshan who walked around the bed and sat beside me.

He had not once tried to stop Arjun. He stood there with his arms crossed across his chest, watching how I pleaded to Arjun. He made no noise as if it was a statue placed in the room for the decoration purpose. So when he sat beside me, I scooted back on the bed. Pulling my injured ankle proved to be a wrong decision because it pained like hell.

The angry red swelling had increased because of my rash behavior. I could only silently bear the consequence of not being mindful of my health.

”You should have been careful.” Eshan shook his head as he also noticed the swelling.

”You should have stopped Arjun,” I replied. The hoarse sound coming from my throat was too shrill to my ears that I wanted to stop talking. Averting my tear-stained face, I bit back the sob bubbling in my throat. I would not cry. Hastily, I wiped my face with the long sleeves of the dress I was wearing.

Eshan opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out the tube of ointment. The doctor had prescribed that if the swelling increased. I did not want his help. ”Give it to me. I'll do it,” I said, stretching my hand out.

Eshan swatted my open palm to the side. He then adjusted my body in the half laying position on the bed. ”You can hit me later, let me first tend to your injury,” he said while he was adjusting cushions behind my back.

He turned around and took out my purse next. He opened the zipper and pulled out a pack of wet face wipes. He sure knew where to find the stuff. ”Clean your face. You look like a drowned cat.”

Saying his piece, he shifted his focus to tend to my ankle. Glaring at his downcast head for his comment of 'drowning cat', I very much wanted to show what cats were capable of. He would understand after getting clawed.

”Want to bare your claws? Go ahead. I don't mind being clawed by my drowning cat.”

My eyes went wide at his casual remark, which he said without looking at me. Did he know how to read the mind? At this point, I forgot about crying, and only the shock overtook my feature. I even forgot to clean my face, and wet wipes remained safely tucked in their pack. Shocked to silence, I just sat with my back resting against the cushions.

Eshan carefully applied the ointment to the swollen area. He then paid no heed to me while working before he went back to the bathroom to clean his hands. I just stared at the man whose weird behavior was attaining various peaks today.

He left the door to the bathroom open. From where I sat, I could clearly see his curved back as he bent down to wash his hands under the tap.