~~ BELLA'S POV ~~
We finally arrived home, and the servants ushered me in. I was shocked to find four to six doctors waiting.
"Ma'am, sir asked them to make sure all your wounds are attended to, and also he'll soon be back," one of the servants said, and I nodded.
[Let's talk about a caring husband.]
"My foot," I scoffed and took a seat on the couch.
One of the female doctors came toward me with a calm smile and sighed, "Mr. Copeland just loves exaggerating things; it's just a little wound," she said, looking frustrated.
"Yes, don't mind him," I said, trying to ease the air.
"Well, your husband said you were attacked and severely injured, and he wanted you to be treated at home, so I asked some of my colleagues to come with me, thinking you were shot and had lost a lot of blood. Pardon my manners, I'm Doctor Valerie," she introduced and gave me an injection.
This is why I call him an asshole.
"Bella Copeland," I said with a smile as she made her final touch on my wound. "Well, I never imagined Mr. Copeland would one day get married, not because he's a mafia, but because of his health. Please don't be offended if I said anything wrong," she took a seat beside me.
"Nah, it's okay. What about his health?" I asked, feeling my curiosity level rise.
"I guess Mr. Copeland hasn't told you about that, but being his doctor, I'm responsible for his well-being, and the same goes for you. Mr. Copeland has a mental health issue which I can't go into details about, but all I can say is you should keep your distance from him once you find him acting strange, as it's impossible for him to control himself. I'll be on my way now; please feel free to call me for anything," she picked up her bag and made her way for the exit, the same with her colleagues.
[I told you there was more to the story.] Butterfly chipped in.
"We can deal with that later. As of now, I have a spineless slut on my tail," I said and rolled my eyes.
I needed to freshen up as the blood stains on my clothes irritated me. Although I've gotten used to it, I still needed to change but didn't know my way around the house.
"Hmm, excuse me, but where is my room?" I asked the maid I spoke to when I arrived.
"This way, ma'am," she led the way towards the stairs.
We arrived at a door, and she excused herself. I walked into the room, stripped, and went into the bathroom to find the bathtub already filled with warm water. I could feel my tensed muscles relax as I steadied myself in the bathtub and suddenly began feeling weak. My eyes were too heavy for me to open, so I closed them wanting to relax.
~~ LEON'S POV ~~
After seeing Bella's state, I called the doctor and quickly sorted out the issue between both the gangs. I didn't care if they agreed to my condition or not; I made it clear to both the team leaders that I would be pleased to send them to meet the devil if I hear any more arguments, killing, or fighting between both their groups.
I arrived home and rushed to the room to find Bella's clothes on the ground, which was unlike her.
"Bella!" I called out but got no response. I made my way to the bathroom and found her asleep in the bathtub. I sighed in relief and carried her out of the bathtub before she gets a cold. I was busy helping her get dressed when I received a call from Matt.
"What's it?" I questioned.
"Why do you sound annoyed, and how is sister-in-law doing?"
"She's fine. Why did you call?"
"Well, you've been invited for dinner by Mr. Ivanov to discuss the contract," he informed, and I just nodded.
"What time?"
"8:00 pm."
"Okay, we'll be there," I said and ended the call.
I turned to find Bella sleeping peacefully, and something about it brought me an unusual calmness.
I leaned close to her and pecked her on the forehead.
I am not going to spare Bolin's brother for what he did.
I examined her wounds, and they weren't severe, just a little scratch on her hand and a wound on her head.
~~ BELLA'S POV ~~
I woke up but felt too lazy to open my eyes. I felt strong arms around my waist and tried turning around but couldn't. I slowly opened my eyes to find Leon sleeping beside me.
Wait, hold on, what the heck is happening?
If I could remember, I was in the bathtub, and I wasn't wearing any clothes, so how did I get here?
"What are you thinking about?" I heard Leon ask and looked up to find his eyes closed.
"Hmm... it's nothing."
"Okay, then go back to sleep; we still have some time before we go for dinner," he said with his eyes still closed.
"Go for dinner where?"
"One of my clients invited me for dinner, and since I'm not permitted to go to any social gathering without my wife, you're coming with me," he pulled me close, making me lie on his chest.
"Okay, then, but I can't sleep anymore. Since you're still tired, I'll let you rest," I said and laid back beside him as what Doctor Valerie said started flooding in, which actually made me realize I knew nothing about Leon.
Which means Butterfly was right; I might be planning my revenge against the wrong people, or there might be more to the picture I'm seeing.