Chapter 7: Thoughtful Or Devious
Marcella took a peek at Tony. He was earnestly picking the cotton ball with the forceps and dipping it in the medication. As his suit was not comfortable to do the task, he removed it. Noticing her uncomfortable stance, he offered it to her to keep it under her head.
He is so... thoughtful and effective.
Marcella thought as she pulled up her shirt and closed her eyes. In the comfortable embrace of his scent, she could think more clearly.
She needed help. She wouldn’t be able to properly clean the wound herself and if she goes to a doctor that will raise a lot of questions. She cannot file a police case as that would reveal her identity.
Accepting Tony’s help is the best way forward. She can feel shy all she wants afterward.
She clutched her shirt as she felt him moving closer to her. She couldn’t keep her eyes closed. She opened her eyes to see his steady hands reaching her wound. His eyes were so focused. It was mesmerizing; enough for her to bear with the sting as he cleaned her wound.
His serious eyes reminded her of the time he sat beside her and helped her with her assignment. She never understood a single thing about trigonometry. But he is a smart fellow. He tutored her; he tried to. In the end, he resorted to doing her assignment himself. She won’t blame him for losing his patience with her. She’s that dumb in Math.
Maybe he felt her stare, he glanced at her. Her heart skipped a beat. He proceeded to wipe her wound.
"All the blood, and that cut... Sigh! My brand-new Chanel blouse is ruined! I saved for months to buy this beauty and now..." she sighed twisting the hem of the shirt.
She didn’t know what else to do in that awkward moment. She noticed the soft smile hanging at the corner of his lips disappear. His eyebrows twitched and he pressed his lips.
Is he angry?
She might have sounded shallow. Or... he is worried.