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Ermanno was sprawled on the sofa clutching to the right side of his stomach. His white button down was stained with blood; his own blood.

He was wounded!

I was seeing him after a long week, and that too in that condition, hurt and groaning in pain. I didn’t knew why but my heart clenched painfully in my chest as if someone had grabbed it and was squeezing it mercilessly. Tears made their way freely, out of the confines of my eyes.

I hurriedly ran to him and held his face in my hands, whispering his name painfully, “Ermanno! Wh...What ha...happened to...to you?”

I tried not to panic at the sight of his pale face. My actions brought his attention towards me and he moved his gaze towards my face. He slowly lifted his left hand and traced my cheeks, whispering softly, “Rosa.”

I spoke, trying to keep my voice from shaking, “Yes, it’s me. Just hold on. I will call the doctor.”

I turned around to go to my room to grab my phone, but he held my wrist and breathing heavily, he spoke, “Stop! I don’t have enough time for you to call a doctor.”

I panicked at his statement and scolded him, “Just shut up! Nothing is going to happen to you. You will be fine. Just let me call the doctor.”

He gave me a small smile and spoke with difficulty, “You look so cute when you get angry. Your nose and cheeks turn red. It looks like a small kid is throwing tantrums.”

I yelled at him, “Are you crazy?! Here you are bleeding so badly and you are busy flirting with me instead of asking for help? Are you sure your head is not hurt?”

He shook his head and licked his chapped lips. Then, after taking a deep breath, he spoke again, “I can’t help that you make me forget all my pain.”

He was clearly wounded in his head!

I again turned to go to get my phone, when he again stopped me, “Rosa! I am serious. My wound is too deep and I don’t have enough time to wait for the doctor to arrive. You will have to stitch my wound. My hand is fractured, so I can’t do it myself.”

I looked at him dreadfully. How could I stitch his wounds? I couldn’y even stitch a button for crying out loud!

“Okay! You wait here. I don’t know how to stitch a wound, but I will call Francesca for help,” I finally told him,

He revealed, “Francesca is hemophobic. She is afraid of blood and can faint after seeing so much of it. Especially, when I am hurt. So, you are my only option.”

I looked at him uncertainly. All the staff, except Francesca had left. So it only left me. I didn’t had much time. Blood continued to flow out of his wound.

But how could I take such a huge responsibility? What if I did something wrong? What if I put his life in danger? I couldn’t do that to him.

Noticing my reluctant state, he assured me, “Don’t worry. I will guide you.”

I confessed, “What if I do something wrong? I can’t risk your life.”

He looked directly into my eyes and spoke, “I trust you with my life, Rosa.”

If it was any other time and he would have said that, I surely would have swooned all over him. But the situation in hand was quite serious.

I reluctantly nodded at him and ran to the kitchen. I quickly grabbed a first aid kit and boiled some water and cotton in it.

I then, rushed back to him and placed everything on the table. I slowly helped him to take off his shirt, to avoid hurting him as much as I could.

When I saw the wound on his abdomen, I was frozen. There was a big gash on his side, which looked quite deep. I kept staring at it horrified, as all my senses went blank.

He brought my attention back by calling out my name loudly and then, he guided me to clean the wound by the sterilized cotton. I just followed his words.

When the time to stitch his wounds came, my hands started shivering out of control. He took hold of them and confidently told me, “I know that you can do it. Don’t overthink. You are doing well, just a little more.”

Licking my dry lips out of nervousness, I nodded at him. He again guided me verbally and I followed his instructions. I tried to put each ounce of my concentration on the task to avoid even a minor blunder.

After I was done with it, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. He told me with a dimpled smile adorning on his cheeks, “See! I told you, you can do it.”

I smiled at him and nodded in reply. Then, I asked him what should we do with his fractured arm.

He took out his phone from his pant pocket using his left hand and dialled a number. After the person on the other end received the call, he spoke, “Xander, there is an emergency. I was stabbed but it has been taken care of. I need your assistance for my fractured arm. So, come to my mansion now, with all the things required.”

He then, cut the call just after ordering that Xander guy without listening to his reply. His tone was also business like, while talking to him. I was staring at him continuously, trying to figure out who that man was.

Maybe, he had read my mind because the next minute, he answered my unasked question, “He was my personal doctor. He treats me whenever things get out of hands.”

“You have been injured like this, before too?” I asked him, astonished.

He shrugged his left shoulder and spoke, “In my profession, it is very common to be attacked by your enemies, anytime.”

I was looking at him, trying to find a way to ask him to quit all of it. But before I could open my mouth to speak, he beat me to it, “Can you help me to my room?”

I nodded at him and put his good arm around my neck, trying to support some of his weight. But he did not put much pressure on me.

We slowly walked to his room, upstairs, which was across mine. I helped him on his bed and moved to remove his shoes. But before I could even touch them, he stopped me hurriedly, “Stop!”

“But I need to remove your shoes, so that you can lie down properly,” I told him.

He sternly told me, “No! You are never going to touch my shoes. And instill it in your mind, nicely.”

He then, bent down to remove them. It was clear that the action was causing him pain, but who could put any sense in that stubborn man’s thick head.

After he successfully got rid of his shoes, with difficulty, if I might add, I helped him to lie down on his bed and covered him with a comforter.

I sat next to him and hesitantly asked, “If you don’t mind me asking, how were you hurt?”

He clenched his jaw and spoke, “Someone attacked me.”

I felt like someone punched in my guts. I worriedly asked him, “And how could he dare to harm YOU? And why?”

I emphasised on the word ‘you’. Was he not afraid of him or knew him?

Anger filled his bluish-green orbs, but I knew that they were not directed at me, but at the one who had attacked him.

Gritting his teeth, he uttered, “There is only one person on this earth, who could dare to harm me and wants me dead.”

I could not pinpoint why but the thought of him dying made my heart shiver in pain, as tears welled up in my eyes. I didn’t even want to imagine him dying. It was too painful. Heck! Him getting hurt was too much for me.

I asked him curiously, “Who?”

He glared at the wall in front of him and spat, “Luca Martinez!”

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Hello my lovely readers!

How was the chapter?

Finally, Lia has some feelings for Ermanno. But she has not admitted to herself. What do you think?

Our Ermanno is back to his cheesy self... What do you think?

And Luca Martinez is mentioned again! And he attacked Ermanno...*grinning evilly*

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Yes!

Ermanno’s POV...

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