𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 √ {Editing}

Chapter Twenty

Azrael sighed and placed his hand over his forehead, remembering he had to go out of town for a week for some business.

"How are your wounds?"

He shrugged and stared at Cleo who had eventually fallen asleep, he wiped her eyes, her head rested on his hand and he could feel his arm going numb.

"Then I'll remove the bandages over your eye and apply more ointment."

He simply hummed and faced her, she blushed feeling his eye on her.

"Excuse me."

She slowly and carefully pulled the wrap revealing the scar across his eye.

"How did you get this scar?"

"It's none of your concern."

He replied.

She bit her lip and clenched her fist feeling disgusted by his rudeness.

"Are you going to keep pretending you don't know me?"

"Yes, I am."

"Why?"

He glanced at Cleo who hugged his arm and chuckled.

"Enough with the small talk, just get it over with."

The nurse rolled her eyes and pressed down on Azrael's scar harshly, he grabbed her hand and pushed it away.

"Rosie don't start this again."

His voice sounded strained as if he was trying very hard not to yell, she glared at him and stood up grabbed the supplies she needed, and wrapped my face back up.

"Very well then"

She backed away with a look on her face He couldn't describe it, it was as if she were hiding something. 

"I hear you have a business trip with my father."

"Yes, I do."

She smiled

"Then, I hope to see you again."

He watched closely as she walked out, and Sylvester entered with a confused written all over his face, and Demetria entered feeling exhausted.

"Was that Rosie?"

He asked as he sat Demetria down.

"Yea."

The thought of Cleo finding out truly made him worried. 

"Is she okay?"

Azrael snapped out of his thoughts and nodded and he stood.

"Yes, could you hand me that bag?"

He pointed at the night bag Demetria packed for Cleo.

Sylvester handed him the bag and he looked through it searching for loose and comfortable clothes for her.

"Ashton is outside the door."