Aida walked in leisurely and sat on the sofa. She was wearing a white T-shirt paired with a black colored jeans and a long over coat to protect herself from the cold. Her legs were crossed on eachother, her skin was as fair as snow. Her small & straight nose, her phoenix eyes, cherry lips, her cheeks carried a faint blush due to the cool temparature. She was a beauty.
She lifted her eyes to look at the man who was staring at her without blinking. she was ready to hear a myriads of questions and complaints, but silence was the last thing she expected. Since the moment she walked in, all the person accross the table did was, to stare at her. She paused for a moment and said "I won't dissapear." As she was very well aware what was going on in his mind.
Felix walked closer to her and the first thing that caught his attention was the red fingerprints on her fair and slender wrist.
"Who did this ?" He asked.
Hmm.she stared at him blankly, and followed his line of sight only to see her wrist which was now somewhat swollen and bluish. "Just met some trash on my way. Don't worry I already took care of them."
By the time she finished talking he was already searching for the firstaid kit. He took some cotton and cleaned her wrist, aware that she hated others touching her. Her wrist was now bluish, he knew she might have washed her hand a multiple times. He carefully applied some ointment, blowing carefully as to not hurt her.
"Are you alright ?" he inquired.
"Iam fine." She knew he wasn't asking about the bruises on her wrist. It was her grandpa's second death anniversary today. It's been two years since she last saw her family. She closed her eyes and leaned back on the couch, all her memories with her grandpa flooded infront of her eyes. Her breathing gradually slowed and she fell asleep.
When Felix saw her sleeping soundly, he rose from his seat and draped her with a blanket. After making sure she was properly tucked in, he made his way out of the office.
When he came out he made a phone call.
"Check the dashcam of her car, and break the hands of that guy who touched her." he hung up the phone and put it back in his pockets. He never dared to even raise his voice at her yet that guy held her hand so tightly that it turned bluish-green. Ofcourse he has to pay for his actions.
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Young master, please open the door.