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Layla turned around and soon her eyes caught sight of a tall handsome figure. Wide-eyed she kept gawking at him, taking in his facial features. Those blue eyes and black locks complemented well with his broad shoulders. 'Wait I've seen this face…'
'Mr. Michael Specter, Master?!' she mused and gulped down her lump.
"Do I have to give you a separate invitation?" He said glancing at Mayra who was the only person left as the guards already left the scene.
"No-No… Actually, sh-she was escaping, and I—"
"Leave!" Mayra almost ran towards the backyard without looking back for once. Layla turned back to bring her focus back to the man but instantly lowered her gaze as soon as she found him looking at her intently. In that brief moment, Layla caught sight of his striking physique with his taut chest and abs that peeked through his completely drenched shirt.
"Follow me." He didn't wait for her and headed towards the mansion taking long strides. Layla once glanced back at the distant gate which was now locked and two men guarded it wearing raincoats. They had guns as well.
"I hope you're not planning to escape again?" The voice prompted her and she noticed her master shaking his head standing below the porch.
"No-No," her quivering voice barely reached his ears. Layla was about to take a step towards the mansion when she winced in pain. It seems the pain had worsened just by the time and soon she noticed blood as well covering her feet.
"Stop right there!" She heard before she noticed him rushing towards her and for some reason, her heartbeat rose. He didn't let her speak as he asked her to lean on him for support. Layla hesitated but soon gave in as she didn't have any other option.
She felt one of his arms around her waist and she was taken aback when she found it to be warm although he was completely drenched as well.
"Transfer your weight on me using your shoulder," he demonstrated to her but Layla was unable to put her arms around him considering her broad shoulders, not that she was less flustered about the idea.
"NO! I-I—" Michael didn't let her finish before he picked her up in bridal style with one of his hands resting below her nape while the other below her thighs. Heat rose to her cheeks and her heart beat erratically at his bold move. Thankfully no one was there in their vicinity although she knew the distant guards at the gate might caught the scene.
He climbed the few stairs leading to the mansion while he kept holding her effortlessly and Layla cursed herself for being too clumsy. 'How the hell my foot is bleeding?' she thought and soon she recalled she did fall on the bushes filled with thorns thereby causing further injury.
Michael knocked on the door using his feet and Rubina opened the door and couldn't hide her astounded gaze while watching the duo in such an intimate position. Layla's cheeks glowed in the brightest shade of red as she averted her gaze from her and hid her face over his chest.
"Nana… Bring the essential medication and hot tea to her room." He declared with utmost authority and turned to reach the stairs. Layla opposed him to let her rest downstairs but he just denied with a simple gesture.
She was in complete awe at how effortlessly he carried her through the stairs. She almost forgot about her situation or her designation. She kept stealing glances at him but once he caught her staring at him, Layla averted her gaze and cursed herself.
"Can you turn the knob?" He asked and Layla nodded her head like an obedient child and soon he gently settled her on the bed. Nana soon followed suit and brought the essential items needed to dress her wounds.
Layla looked over her shoulder to notice him rubbing his hair dry using the towels. The simple act disheveled his hair and she noticed his thick locks were shining around his handsome face.
As if that was not enough he got rid of his shirt in one go and turned towards her showcasing the art. She gulped down again as her eyes gazed at his broad shoulders followed by wide chest and as they further traveled down to catch sight of his torso housing his taut abs.
But soon she recalled her fate where he would be devouring her with no affection or care. Her eyes shot back at Nana and her breathing hitched.
"Layla, are you okay?" The voice interrupted her and soon she felt a hand over her shoulder. She found Nana looking at her concerned.
"Have some tea… It's a special one mixed with herbs. It'll subdue the pain." She said and Layla took a sip. It didn't taste well but she had to take it. Layla was about to tend to her wounds but Michael prompter her.
"Thank you for everything, Nana… You may leave now." He said in a low voice. Without uttering a word she left, leaving behind a stunned Layla as Michael locked the door behind her.
He approached her with the way a predator sides his prey and Layla couldn't ignore the ominous feeling of being vulnerable under his strong gaze that was as if he could see through her.
Suddenly he got on his knees before her and Layla's heartbeat almost stopped. Without further notice, he held her foot and kept staring at it. Layla closed her eyes and braced for something forceful or lewd. Unknowingly tears filled her eyes which were now rolling down her cheeks.
"Layla?" Although the voice sounded soothing to her ears still she was afraid that it was all a facade and soon he wouldn't hold back and devour her. Michael held her hand and asked her to open her eyes but she retorted to follow his words.
"Not today… Master. Please." She said in a soft voice and it didn't take her long before she got lost in tears. Michael tried his best to explain that he was just going to treat her wounds and nothing else but she didn't let him speak as she continued crying and throwing hands and legs at him.
Michael held her by the shoulder and tried to put some sense into her that what he said in the phone call was just a joke.
"You are LYING!" She screamed and soon the sound of a slap echoed across the room.