Chapter 33: Second Failure
"It’s nothing," Xavier responded, gripping his shoulders.
Anastasia stood up from his lap, her eyes on his shirt.
"Let me see," she requested. It was obvious he was in pain. She reached for his shirt and pulled it to the aside, revealing his broad shoulder that had a brown bandage covered with blood covering a spot. "What happened to you, Xavier?" She asked him, worry etched on her expression.
When Xavier and his men had battled with the kidnappers, he missed a bullet by a millisecond, which led to the sharp metal grazing his shoulder. But he couldn’t tell Anastasia that. He needed to cook up an excuse quickly.
"At the gym room, one of the pieces of equipment fell on my shoulder, which led to this cut," he lied, hoping that Anastasia believed him.
Anastasia stared at him, confusion written all over her face. She had never worked out before so she had no idea what kind of equipment he was talking about, so she decided to believe him.
"We need to get it cleaned up, you are bleeding so much," she said, urging him out of his seat. "Where’s the first aid kit?" She asked him.
"In my room," Xavier lied. There was a first aid kit right inside the kitchen he had kept for the servants. But he wanted to spend more time with Anastasia even though it was already getting so late at night.
"Then let’s go and get this cleaned up," said Anastasia.
Together, they left for Xavier’s room. Anastasia assisted him as if he couldn’t walk on his own, while Xavier could only stare at her in amusement.
They got to the room and Xavier sat on the bed.