Panda King shoves me ruthlessly into his mansion.
"You're my bodyguard again. You already know your duties. Everything is as usual." He says before leaving me in the hallway.
How can he just bring me back here like this? I laugh bitterly to myself. It seems like I really can't escape Panda King. I was wrong, we are fated. Ill fated.
I head to the room I stayed in before. It looks like nothing has been touched. Did he not tell any of the maids to clean up? The furniture is covered with a thin layer of dust.
Coughing a little, I start cleaning it myself. This will help me gather my thoughts. So much has happened in the past day and a half.
"Tin, come here." Pan orders.
"What do you want?" I scowl as I leave my room.
"Have you forgotten that I am your employer within the past week that you were away?" He scolds.
Glaring at him, I cross my arms, "What do you want?"
"We're going to the company tomorrow. Don't forget you're my chauffeur."
"Is there something wrong with you? It's only been a week, I haven't forgotten my duties, don't worry as long as you pay me."
He stares at me in silence for a while before walking towards me. I step away from him in confusion.
"Is something bothering you? You've been in a bad mood since earlier."
My eyes widen, is he worried about me?
I bite my bottom lip and shake my head. "It's nothing." I mutter quietly. I can't tell him that I am a woman and someone I don't even know slept with me last night.
Thinking of it, my fists clench and I run back into my room. I can't remember anything which happened but I know the man saved me from the rich men who forced me to drink. I was too drunk to see the man's face properly.
If he saved me, why did he take advantage of me? I can't find the answer.
***
"Tin, do you have a girlfriend?" Pan asks randomly as I drive.
Staring at him through the rear view mirror, I see that he is on his iPad per usual. This familiar routine, gives me a weird sense of comfort.
"Why?" I ask curiously. We have never discussed about each other's personal lives.
"Just answer me." He says.
"No, I don't." I say.
"Why not? You're popular with women."
"I just don't okay? Can you stop pressing the matter?" I don't know why I am annoyed.
"Hey, what's wrong? There's no need to raise your voice at me." He says angrily.
"I just have a lot going on right now Pan, can we not talk?" I say quietly.
His ocean blue eyes pierce the back of my neck as I continue to drive in silence.
Going back to my regular schedule of stalking him as his personal assistant, I make him his coffee and file the documents.
"Tin, could you get m– Ow!"
Turning around, I gasp as he suddenly bends over in his chair. Without another thought, I rush towards him.
"What's wrong?" I ask worriedly as his face pales and he seems to be sweating.
"I-I don't know. My stomach hurts a lot." He groans.
"I'll take you to the hospital. Hold on Pan." I say, calling the ambulance.
"N-no don't. I don't want anyone here to know about this. What about work?"
"You don't have anything important today." I say quickly.
"J-just take me in the car." He says in pain.
I nod and pull him up to his feet. I support him with my shoulder under his arm as we leave the office. Fortunately, I know all the entrances and exits in this building after studying the architectural structure for so long in case of any potential threats.
We take the back exit which is clear of people and I drive us to the nearest hospital. He seems paler than before and his hand is cold as I take him inside.
The doctors take a look at him and whisk him away to the emergency department. I wait nervously outside. Panda King, you must be okay.
Why am I so worried about him again? He is such a big asshole, so why?
He doesn't come out after three hours. I wait, holding onto my thirty ninth cup of water. What is taking them so long?
Finally, a doctor opens the doors and I stand up.
"Is the patient's family here?"
"Here." I say.
The doctor seems a little surprised but nods. "The patient is fine now. You can come and see him. We will be keeping him for observation for one more day."
"What was wrong?" I ask.
"He had gastritis. Seems like he hasn't been eating well lately so his stomach acted up. Please make sure he eats proper meals on time."
I nod. Why isn't he eating well? Did he rely on my cooking so much that he didn't eat because I wasn't there?
He almost turned me into a murderer!
I shouldn't feel happy right now but for some reason, I feel happy knowing he can't live without my cooking.
Heading inside the ward, I find him attached to drips and a monitor. He is fast asleep. Smiling softly, I sit down beside the bed and gaze at him. He looks like an innocent angel sleeping like this with his dark hair framing his face like a halo.
My hand reaches out and I find myself hovering over his features as I trace them with my finger. As I near his mouth, I blush when I remember our accidental kisses.
I sigh as I try to remember what happened that night a few days ago. I only remember drinking ten glasses until that man rescued me. I still can't recall his face.
A hand grabs my wrist and I instinctively punch out but my fist is stopped by another hand.
Glancing up, Panda grins as he stares at me.
"Your loud sighing woke me up."
"How are you feeling?" I ask, taking my hands away from him and reaching up to his forehead.
He laughs, "I don't have a fever silly."
"Ah right." I blush in embarrassment as I retract my hand. My mind is all over the place.