Arya had never dreamed of seeing Haydar, especially not at her lowest moment. She saw him frown and turn away; the itch was spreading fast, and she was about to lose it. Haydar reappears with a bottle of olive oil, accompanied by a lady, a nurse with a first aid box. She reaches out to hold Arya who was weak from scratching. Haydar passes the olive oil to her, and she rubs it all over the affected area after she'd cleaned Arya's face with a clean wet cloth. She regained her posture, and the paleness of her face disappears almost immediately. Ross had come to stand by her side; she shrugged off as he touched her shoulder. He felt Haydar's angry gaze pierce through him. He gulped nervously as he frantically thought of how to appease his fiancée.
Another worker led her to a private lounge, helped her sit and gave her a glass of cucumber and peach-infused water. In a few minutes, she was refreshed and stable.
Her heart thumped loudly in her chest; she looked at Haydar, her eyes asking countless questions, the first one being that he didn't forget her allergy and its remedy. She was too stunned to say anything. " Thank you so much for helping my fiancée, Mr…" Ross said gratefully; he stretched his right hand for an introductory handshake " Ali, Ali Haydar", Haydar said with a masculine smile that highlighted his handsome face. "That is no way to treat a lady, being her fiancé; you ought to keep her out of harm's way, not push her to it", he added almost sternly as he turned to take his leave. Ross' jaw tightened.