Ella didn't understand why the expression on Christian's face suddenly changed and she didn't want to annoy Christian any more than before.
She thought hard and realized that she had not thanked the man.
She survived because Christian came on time.
She survived because Christian could find her.
She survived because of Christian…
"Thank you," Ella whispered softly. Her voice was soft and sweet, showing a hint of her vulnerability and fear as she imagined what would happen if Christian didn't save her.
A look of surprise flashed across Christian's eyes and the cold aura around him eased slightly.
He felt very angry that the three men dared to want his woman and he also felt angry at the impudent servant.
But at this time, after hearing Ella's gentle voice, the fire in his heart lessened a little.
"You are my woman," he replied casually. Unknowingly, his eyes seemed to soften as he looked at Ella.
Ella lowered her head, looking at the bathrobe she was wearing now. She was stunned for a moment and asked, "Who changed my clothes?"
"Don't think about it."
Christian averted his eyes and turned. However, the back of his neck was slightly reddened, unable to hide his embarrassment.
Ella smiled faintly when she saw it.
Also, she had slept with Christian before. She didn't mind Christian doing it.
She was about to get up to take a shower, but when she moved her body, Ella grimaced.
Hearing this, Christian immediately turned and looked at Ella. When he saw the red marks all over her body, his chest tightened again.
Seeing Christian's burning gaze, Ella didn't know what to say. She immediately calmed Christian down. "This little wound will heal soon."
Christian knew what Ella was afraid of. Actually, Ella's fear was not going to happen. Christian just didn't like seeing the wounds on his woman's body.
The wound he had inflicted on Ella's neck hadn't healed. He had regretted a thousand times why he had to lose control of his emotions and treat Ella like that.
He promised never to do it again.
However, not even a day had passed, the wounds on his woman's body had increased.
"Are you afraid I'll hate you?"
"Yes," Ella answered without thinking. Slowly, she approached Christian who was standing by the bed and held his hand. When she realized that Christian wasn't resisting her touch, she put her arm around Christian's waist.
She couldn't predict what Christian would do.
This man was completely unreadable. His mood was very volatile. One second, he would be rude, and the next second he would turn to be gentle, pampering her ...
Ella could only be careful, as if walking on an icy surface that could easily crack.
"If you don't want me anymore, I have to find another man who can help me like you. But it will be very difficult," Ella said, leaning against Christian's body. Her hand went up, touching Christian's warm skin beneath his robes. The touch made Christian smile.
Christian really wanted this woman. Just like a moth attracted to a fire.
Every little move from Ella was enough to make him smolder, he couldn't wait to taste her again.
"You want to find another man?"
His eyes fixed on Ella's face. This woman was absolutely perfect in his eyes, completely to his liking.
Not waiting for an answer from Ella, Christian continued, "I suggest you forget about that idea. Otherwise, I will make your life miserable."
Christian's voice was filled with warnings and threats.
Maybe, if those words came out of someone else's mouth, Ella would sneer and challenge them back. But the person in front of her was Christian, she dared not to doubt the man's threat.
"Don't worry," Ella smiled. "As long as you don't dump me, I will never leave your side."
Ella was determined to stay by Christian's side until Christian didn't want her anymore. She must take this opportunity while Christian still wanted her, for revenge.
Christian noticed Ella's changing expression. His hand touched Ella's shoulder gently and he said, "Take a shower."
He whispered the words while getting closer to Ella's ear, making her blush immediately. Ignoring the pain in her body, she immediately got up and ran towards the bathroom.
Seeing the closed bathroom door, Christian struggled to catch his breath.
Just now, Ella was trying to provoke his passion.
However, Christian tried to contain himself when he saw the wounds on Ella's body. He wasn't sure he could be gentle when making love to Ella so he decided to let her heal first.
However, a second later, he felt ridiculous. The woman was just a toy. Why did he care so much about her?
...
Moments later, his cell phone that was beside the bed rang.
Christian saw the name on the screen and picked it up. A panicked voice rang out from the other side. "Sir, the young master kicked out the babysitter you just hired. He's still… Ahh!"
A scream was followed by the sound of glass breaking.
Christian frowned upon hearing this.
Then, the sound of a child's scream was heard. "You are a bad woman! You dare to report to my father!"
Nathan was very afraid of Christian. His father was very strict. Even though his father could give him anything, he still taught him firmly.
Now, when he heard the servant report his actions to his father, of course he was scared to death.
The screams were too loud for Christian to hear.
"Give the phone to Nathan."
"Yes sir." The maid immediately gave her cell phone to the little demon. "Young master, Big Master asked you to answer the phone."
Nathan stood where he was, holding his chest with both hands, feeling his heart beat faster than usual. He was wearing home pajamas. His chubby cheeks showed a composure that did not match his age.
Nathan thought for a moment and then reluctantly stepped forward.
"Dad…"
His voice sounded terrified from the other end of the phone.
Christian was very busy at work and did not have much time to accompany his son. He had hired a babysitter, but his son seemed to hate all babysitters he hired.
And all of the babysitters were afraid of his little evil son.
Nathan was indeed very naughty and liked to prank them, scaring the maids to death, simply because Nathan felt bored.
He was only five years old and he needed friends and affection from his family.
At the sound of his son's voice, warmth rises in Christian's eyes. He knew that he had tried to give anything to his son, to give the best he could. But he would not be able to make up for a few things that he couldn't provide for his son.
It was none other than someone as a mother.
He couldn't give his son the love of a mother...