Chapter 17 Teary Pearls

Arius Accordo’s Pov,

Her eyes moved from me to my chest, back and forth again and again. I looked down to enlighten myself about the fact that it had a red crimson patch near my neck area. Ohh, it was just a stain of blood.

“Maybe your wound is open.” She muttered and retreated towards the bathroom and within a few seconds, she came with a first aid box holding in her hands and walked near the sofa. She stood there hoping that I would follow her and sighed loudly as I just stood there looking at her without moving. Resting the box on the coffee table, she approached me.

I was surprised that she just held my little finger, and I started walking behind her without any complaints, like I was in a trance with her. She made me sit on the sofa, and arched her eyebrows at my shirt, showing that I have to remove it for a fresh bandage. Let’s see what she would do if I refused to remove it.

I just sat there looking at her. She rolled her eyes at me in annoyance as she got what I wanted from her. I wanted her to undo my shirt. Her breathing is visibly fastened as she holds her hands in the air, slowly approaching to hold my shirt in her tiny hands.

With a deep breath she started unbuttoning it slowly, keeping her eyes only on my shirt as she could look in my eyes right now. A drop of sweat rolled over her slender neck, tracing the beautiful outline like a swan, and finally vanished in her deep and filled blossomed cleavage.

She jerked in shock as I traced the path shown by the single drop of sweat and she fell down beside me on the sofa, losing her balance. She had utter shock over her face and here I was disappointed that I couldn’t reach up to the end of that path.

“Undone your shirt, Mr. Accardo. I need to change the bandage.” She stood up abruptly, keeping her hands over her hips in authority, and ordered me with her glare with a pink face.

I decided to hear her this time and removed my shirt casually and threw it on the other side. Still glaring, she kneeled down between my legs.

She stopped, holding her hands in the air, looking at my torso with her furrowed eyebrows with a drained white face. She was observing my old and new wounds over my torso.

She looked at me directly in my eyes for answers without asking anyone in reality. When she didn’t get anyone, she started applying antiseptic liquid over the new decorations. She wanted to ask a lot of questions but refused to ask any; I expected her to freak out and load me with a weight of questions, but I got absolutely nothing.

She was doing her dressing quietly, blowing cool air over the wounds every time cotton touched my body. No one has blown air over my wounds before this. I liked this new thing that happened to me. It gives a weird sensation in my mind and heart which I don’t know is good or bad. The only thing I know is that whatever it is, I am very fond of that.

I never thought her sweetest kissable lips could function like this too, other than kissing my senses out of my body. She bandaged all wounds; she was about to get up but put my hand over her shoulder to stop her as I saw her quivering lips. I thought it would stop her, but they started quivering more than ever.

I made her look at me, holding her chin on my thumb and index finger. A beautiful shiny drop rolled her eyes slowly. I balanced it on the tip of my index finger to observe it carefully. Looking at it makes me feel hollow from inside.

“This is more beautiful than a pearl, but you are not allowed to let them flow. It makes me feel weak.” I told her whatever I felt about it.

She jerked herself from my grasp and stood up abruptly away from me, looking at me in disbelief flooded in her magnetic brown eyes. She was breathing visibly hard, taking a few steps back and out of nowhere, she started running out of the office.

Elena Davis Pov,

My whole body was aching, but it wasn’t that much so I went to the office to work as usual, but my mind wasn’t on anything I am working on. How I can concentrate on something when someone wants him to harm or die, I don’t know clearly as he never shared anything about that; just distracted me with his soul melting kisses. What happens to me in front of him if I behave like that? After studying the file of the new contract; I went to his office to get approval or we need to add a few terms to this. Meeting is after a week so; we have time to get prepared for it.

I knocked a few times, but he didn’t reply so; I went inside. He was pacing in front of the window. His face was calm as hell, but his eyes looked worried about something and tired, too. Hearing the sound of my heels, he turned towards me.

Something is not right with him. His forest green eyes weren’t radiating that famous dark and suffocating persona around. Of course, El, someone tried to harm him. He must be stressed about that; so I didn’t ask him about anything and turned the whole talk towards work, but he was so demanding that I finished that deal too early. I felt some kind of urgency in that crispy voice of his. I didn’t argue much but got ready, as I knew he was worried about something. Even his gaze over me was a bit longer than usual, and he was measuring me up and down.

I was in a dilemma whether I should ask him or ignore that incident as I wasn’t directly connected to that thing but he nearly ordered me to speak up to him and that broke all the restrictions that were holding me up to ask anything to him. There was a smirk on his face as he knew I was going to question him anyway and, as expected, he not only waved my question, but he also reminded me of his obsession with me by objectifying me. He called me his thing. I was so fuming angry at that heart blind man that my clenched hands were shaking.

Finally, he answered when he realized that I was not going to leave this thing. I felt like my heart clenched with thorns when I saw his blooded white shirt. The blood flowing through my veins suddenly turned cold, as the crimson patch over his chest was getting bigger. I went totally blank for a second. I couldn’t process anything. He was hurt, his blood was flowing, drenching his shirt, but he was busy observing me. There wasn’t any frown of pain on his face, but there was only curiosity dripping from his eyes for me. How can someone be so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t even feel that his blood is oozing?

I immediately went to find a first aid box and finally I found it. I told him to take a seat on the couch but was acting like a stubborn kid; just stood there observing me with his furrowed eyebrows, as he didn’t know what to do. I made him sit on the sofa and kneed in front of him and told him to open his shirt as I needed to re-bandage his wounds.

When I finished arranging the ointment and bandage roll on the coffee table; I turned towards him, welcoming with his shirt. Why didn’t he remove it yet? I looked at him with confusion, but he was holding a naughty look in his eyes, decorated with an arched end of his lip. Heat erupted all over my face as I understood what he wanted me to do.

With a shaky hand, I started opening his shirt without looking at him directly, but his eyes only landed on me. I lifted my gaze just to witness the horror. There were a lot of old cuts and partly faded marks, along with new ones on his muscular torso. I felt my heart heavy seeing him like that in that state; it was suffocating to see his wounds as it wasn’t his but mine.

I was expecting an answer from him but he didn’t say anything, so I kept quiet and started dressing his wounds. With great difficulty, I started cleaning the wound on his chest, which was oozing a lot of blood. I was afraid to hurt him more than he already is. I wasn’t ready to see him like this. It must be so painful for him to go through this stuff.

What did he actually do that he had to carry so many cuts over his torso? Is he actually the CEO of the company? Well, it doesn’t matter to me anymore because these questions weren’t making me feel better anymore. The clutch of my heart wasn’t stopping at all, just making it worse with the passing of time.

I startled and fell on the sofa when I felt a trail of cool sensation traveling across my neck and got up abruptly as I got he traced my neck with his tip of finger. I was super shocked by his action and told him to remove it by himself and complete my task. That naughty look on his face vanished, and he was staring at my face with suspension in his eyes.

He got up, taking a step towards me and moved his finger over my cheek and started observing the teardrop on it. Was I crying? He was looking at it with admiration and hate at the same time.

“This is more beautiful than a pearl, but you are not allowed to let them flow. It makes me feel weak.” He spoke, staring at the teardrop on his finger, making me shocked.

Am I crying for him? It looked like that. It makes me feel weak; my tears are making him feel weak. It was so much for me, especially for him. This statement shook my core vigorously. The same way his old and new wounds are making me feel weak.

I was so scared of this realization of new feelings that I felt all air get sucked out of the room. I didn’t have any control over me at that time and the next thing I remembered was that my legs had already started running away from him.