She Was 18 12 Chapter 11

Julianna awakened to the sound of the door banging from the adjacent room. Then she heard a loud crashing sound from whatever that was thrown on the floor. She sprung up from bed and ran out of her room into the master's bedroom. He turned to face her just as she opened the door. His gaze was the same lethal look he shot at her when she first entered his home unwelcome. Her eyes fell on the clutter scattered all over the floor and noticed that his right leg had been cut probably by a piece of gla.s.s that may have come flying towards him when it broke.

She went quickly inside and into the bathroom. She remembered seeing a first aid box on one of the shelves where he kept the toiletries. She reached for it and brought it to him. She was about to grab his hand and have him sit on the bench near the bed but was surprised when he grabbed her instead.

He shot a deadly look towards her.

"Didn't I tell you to stop grabbing random men? Are you really used to being held and kissed by men and being seen almost naked by everyone?" His gaze went to her chest.

That's when she realized that she was wearing the thin lingerie Ron brought her this afternoon. She followed his gaze and even with the room lit dimly by the bedside lamp, her naked form for was still visible, the lacy pieces she wore inside highlighting her perfect body.

She shot him a cold look. "You can insult me later. For now, let me take care of your wound before it gets infectected."

With that, she pulled her hand off of his tight grasp and pointed to the bench.

"Sit, Mr. Chiu."

He was about to protest but seeing her cold gaze amused him. He felt angry that another man held her but here he is now controlling his urge to hold her and kiss her. He realized one thing. She is a woman who, even when dressed modestly, could make any man want to touch and kiss her. She is beautiful as she is and that's what he loved in the first place.

He sat on the bench and avoided any eye contact with her. He has been trying to control his feelings for a few days now and he doesn't want to do anything that would make her hate him. He regretted not being able to control himself last time which resulted to him kissing her. He was full of guilt that he left her without a word after they ate. He wouldn't do anything stupid. Not tonight. Because he knew he may not be able to stop once he started.

She followed him to the bench only to struggle afterwards because of what she was wearing. She decided to kneel on the carpet and placed the box beside her. She opened the box but he suddenly stood up and grabbed something from his bed. She looked up to protest but he came back with something in his hands. He held both her shoulders and pulled her up then put his robe on her, the faint smell of his aftershave still on it. She slipped both arms and then without looking, he expertly pulled the strings and tied it around her. He then sat down quietly then took the kit from the floor.

"I'll take care of my wound. Go get yourself some sleep." Then he went into the bathroom and closed it behind him.

She stood there wondering what made him so angry like this and why he was acting weirder than usual today. She turned around and went out defeated, closing the master's bedroom behind her. She laid on her bed with his robe still on her. For some reasons, a part of her heart ached seeing him act like that but the faint musk he left on his robe relieved the pain. She slept thinking only of him.