I Hate You But I Love You More

Chapter 19

As I make my way through Meldeev Corp for the first time, many pairs of eyes find me. They mostly hold curiosity.

My heels click against the polished floors as Dean ushers me to an elevator. Meldeev corp is bigger than I thought. I'm talking physically here. From the outside, the building is huge and lavishly structured and the inside is just as well furnished.

The elevator opens with a 'ding' and I'm guided to an office. Dean opens the door to reveal Darson whose head is laying on his desk. My eyes sweep around the fancy office. "I told you not to open this office door again. You're fired." Darson grumbles and I shake my head at him.

"You're such a jerk." He bolts upright as if surprise that I'm here. "They only do it because they're worried about you." I walk toward his desk and Dean leaves the room. "If I was them, I'd probably delay your recovery. "

"You care about me the most." He still manages to be sarcastic even when sick. "Do I look terrible as much as I feel terrible?" I nod and he glares at me.

"What? You asked." He briefly presses a hand to his forehead before it drops to his side again. He really doesn't look good. I put a hand to his forehead and have to draw back a hand. "You're burning up." My eyebrows knit together as I make my way out the office. I ask one of the employees for a cloth then proceed to dampen it. When I get back in the office, Darson's head is on his desk again. "You should really check a doctor." I say as I try putting him in a sitting position.

"No. I hate hospitals." He shakes his head. Sweat beads on his forehead.

"Let me take you to the couch." I lift him and he puts most of his weight on me. I stagger before gaining my footing. "How about I call a doctor here then?" He vigorously shakes his head. Oh boy. I lay him on the sofa then place the damp cloth on his forehead. It should help with his temperature. He slings his arm over his eyes. I hesitantly go for the buttons on his shirt, looking at him for approval before I proceed. He doesn't move at all. It is only his breathing that I meet.

I bite my bottom lip a bit unsure as I unbutton the first button. His hand on mine stops me. "Would it make a difference?" His voice sounds weak and tired. He over-worked himself.

"Maybe." I say, softly. He nods as his hand drops from mine. I unbutton a next then one more. I'm not unbuttoning it all guys. I know you're disappointed. Even I'm disappointed. He really does have a great body.

I realise my hand is resting flat on his stomach and I quickly withdraw it. He didn't notice right? "Did you eat?" He shakes his head and I tsk at him.

"This is why you get sick. You work excessively, you don't sleep and you don't eat." I scold him. "If you hate yourself then just let me take care of you." This comes out in a mumble so I do not expect him to hear. I'm a bit surprise I say that too.

"Why would you do that?" His voice takes me by surprise too. I get surprise a lot, okay?!

"Do what?"

"Why would you want to take care of me? You hate me." I look away from him. My phone buzzes and I take a look at it.

"Dean got you some food. I'll go get it." I stand and go to the door. I open it to see Dean with two bags in his hand. I look over at the staff and their eyes immediately shift back to their work.

"This one is food and the other is medicine." I nod.

"Thank you, Dean." He smiles then leaves. I sit on the couch next to Darson as I get the food out. "You'll have to sit up so you can eat."

"I don't want to." He mumbles and I shake my head at him.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to. You have to." I rest the food on the coffee table then try to pull him up in a sitting position. He grumbles the entire time. I uncover the food to see soup. "It's soup."