Viviana opened the drawer and found that he had stuffed a lot of his jewelry in the top drawer. By a lot, she meant A LOT.
That drawer alone would be enough to keep all the clothes she owns, and it was almost filled to the brim with gold jewelry. Oh, and there were diamonds and other precious gems in the mix too.
Necklaces, chains, brooches, bracelets, rings, watches…All lumped up and in knots except for a couple.
How could someone own this much jewelry? Maybe he loves gold…? And yet he threw it all in like they are garbage.
Ugh!
The second drawer had his home clothes or as everyone calls them—loungewear, gym wear, and his PJs. She didn't know why everything was black. She noticed the t-shirt she was wearing was also black.
The next drawer contained his underwear and socks—all black, of course.
It seemed like the only thing he loved as much as gold was the color black.
In the bottom drawer was the first aid box among a bunch of files and papers. Some looked like property deeds and bonds. They are important. And yet they were all stuffed in, and disorganized. The drawer looked like a dump.
Nothing irks her more than unorganized people. Honestly, how hard would it be to keep four drawers clean?
Another thing to hate about Kastello.
With a sigh, she picked up the first aid box and walked to him. He was sitting on the bed just as she left him. He didn't even start to unbutton his shirt, a black shirt, of course.
The sheets were white (thank God!) but the duvet was black (of course). She didn't have time to look around the room previously, but she took the time to look around waiting for him to unbutton his shirt.
The walls were black. But the room was not dark because of the large floor-to-ceiling glass window that overlooked the mountain. She could see the river and most of the city. And the property fencing was very far from the house. There was a flower garden overlooking his room.
So, this is his preference.
If she was as rich as him, she would have built a beach house. But that's never going to happen.
The flooring was Statuario Italian marble—milky white slabs with bold grey and gold veins running along. She knew it is hard to get those marbles and they are very expensive. One of her co-workers couldn't stop talking about her husband getting it for her kitchen countertop. She couldn't stop bragging although they had to pay dues to the bank. That's how she knew that Statuario marble is the most precious natural stone on earth.
But Kastello might have paid it all in cash in one installment.
Eh, the life of the filthy rich… And how is this flooring any different from the tile flooring in my rental house?
And all the fittings were gold. His room looked like it was built to show how rich he is to him. That's what she felt looking at the room.
But, hey! It is his room, his preference!
"Hey, Minnie!"
The annoying voice brought her back from her thoughts. She was not planning on getting lost in her thoughts, but she did it once again.
And he was still wearing his shirt.
"What?" she said with a sigh. "Can't you even unbutton your shirt?"
"My shoulders hurt a lot after lifting a yellow whale…The whale even clung to my shoulder- Ah!"
He screamed as she clutched his collar. Her face was just inches away from his face and she felt his hot breath on her face. He needs to be treated immediately.
"Whale? How weak are you, Kastello?" she scoffed and let go of him. "With your stature, you look like you can lift a ton, but… Guess looks are not everything. Are all your muscles steroids?" She opened the first aid box.
"Weak?" he said as she reached his button. Before she could retract her hand, he held her wrist. "I was gay then, and now I am weak?" he met her eyes. "Touch me more to see."
Seeing the smirk on his face, she was annoyed. She just touched his chest a bit, and he scared her to death for it. And he wants to mock her for it? Heh!
"You're also a murderer, Kastello," she pressed her lips and leaned to his face.
His lips parted and he blinked his eyes. His hold on her wrist loosened and she stood straight. With a sigh of regret, he turned to the side.
Viviana unbuttoned two of his buttons and pulled the collar down his back. His entire chest and back were covered in tattoos. Or… It was just one giant tattoo of a lion.
Viviana smiled remembering that woman who told her this detail. Maybe this guy is not gay, and he was with that woman like she bragged.
Eh, whatever!
She found that the old bandage has stuck to his skin. She didn't want to pull it hard, so she softly and carefully removed it. It took a lot of time to get the bandage out.
She cringed seeing the state of the wound. The stitches were almost intact, but they were infected in some places and there was pus.
There we go! How clumsy is this beast!
She proceeded to clean and disinfect the wound. Judging by the contents of his first aid box, she could say that this was not his first rodeo to have an infected wound.
What an idiot!
But… I did it! I caused this wound!
A sharp sting in her chest pained her. She took in a deep breath and treated the wound.
Leander wanted to scream because of the pain. He didn't know why he couldn't bear the pain when she is the one doing it. She was much gentler than Nathaniel ever was.
"If you keep on moving, it's going to hurt more," she said softly not even looking at him. "Just bear with it a little. I need to clean it well..."
He sighed. She looked so gentle, like a doe. He was supposed to be the lion and yet he is feeling weaker when she is near him.
"I'm trying," he said.
She didn't reply. With furrowed brows, she was so immersed in cleaning the wound.
She called him a murderer. He did not blame her because he walked right into that trap. All he wanted was to tease her. And now, his mood was spoiled.
But why is she this good at treating wounds? Didn't she work in the civil affairs bureau?
Also, her family was not religious, and they weren't members of any Church. She too does not belong in any Church. How come she recited that prayer in perfect Latin?
Who is she? Is there more to who she is?
"There… done! You have to take medicines," she sighed and stretched her arms. She wiped the perspiration off her forehead. It was a lot of work.
He was staring blankly at her, and she pulled his collar down. It was then she noticed something on his chest.
Angel wings…