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Zhander maintained his composure even when he was screaming inside to get out of the clinic to be with Estela’s side.
He stared at the doctor with a floating mind, who was patching Saoirse up. He cleared his throat to hide the smirk on his lips at the sight of Saoirse’s sorry face. Busted lips, broken nose, swelling cheeks, and a panda-like eye.
My Little Apple sure knows how to punch.
Well, it was a given that the Fay’s knew how to fight since it was not a secret to him that Hynes Fay came from a long line of powerful military descent. It was also known to him that Lily Fay’s ancestors were of mix blood, which came from a long line of mercenaries and assassins in ancient times.
He could only sigh in relief that he made it in time and stopped Estela to do any more damage.
“Mr. Jansen.” The doctor turned to him when she finished patching Saoirse up. “Miss Wilson didn’t suffer any serious injuries, just a broken nose and a couple of bruises which will recover in days time.”
He nodded, and the doctor went outside of the room to give them some privacy.
“Bill me all the necessary medical treatments you’ll need.”
Was all he said before he turned to leave. He grabbed the handle of the door but was stopped when a pair of hand wrapped his waist.
He frowned and was about to shove Saoirse away, but quickly dismissed the thought when he realized she was injured at the moment.
“Zhander . . . please . . . don’t go . . . ,” Saoirse managed to squeak despite the numbing pain of her busted lips.
Zhander sighed and tried to unshackle himself from the girl’s embrace.
“Saoirse, I’ll apologize for what Estela did. You can do whatever surgery you wish to restore your face. I’ll shoulder all the cost.”
Saoirse’s gripped on him only tightened, and his brows furrowed even deeper.
“Zhander, you’re not serious about her, are you? I watch how you treat her.”
“Enough Saoirse, let me go.”
“No! I don’t care if you’re dating her. I know you’re only doing it because she asked you to, and you couldn’t say no because she’s like a little sister to you, right?”
“. . .”
“Zhander, I can be the woman Estela can’t be in your life.”
“. . .”
Saoirse smiled when Zhander remained motionless, not struggling from her embrace.
“Zhander, what do you say? Since your conscience won’t allow you to do any sexual acts on her . . . you can do it all to me.”
She didn’t care if she was going to be the second woman as long as Zhander would give her his attention.
That was all she ever wanted.
No matter how small it was, as long as Zhander continued to be in her life.
. . .
. . .
“Saoirse, do you want to know a secret?”
Saoirse loosened her grip on Zhander when a chill rose her fine hairs from his dead voice.
Zhander took the opportunity and faced Saoirse. He reached out and touched her busted lips.
Despite the pain, Saoirse gave him a seductive smile. He smiled back, yet his purple eyes were constricting, burning with malice as he caressed her lips.
“You know . . . your lips are similar to Estela’s.”
Saoirse froze. Her eyes reddened when Zhander put more pressure on her lips that it went numb from the pain as he continued to look at her with cold eyes.
So cold, it froze her shattering heart.
“All of you are a substitute for Estela. An outlet for my desire for her.”
Zhander smiled. Gone was the gentleman and kind façade he portrayed.
This was the first time Saoirse felt fear towards the man she loves. It was like she didn’t know him. Her legs gave way, and she fell, butt first on the cold hard floor. All of her energy left her, and what remained was an empty, broken shell of a body.
Zhander left without a word, not giving a second glance at the slumped girl on the ground as he went to find his little Stela.
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