Deprived Love

Chapter 8

Third person's pov

“Will you help to dress up my wounds?”

Bella hesitated but she hated blood, she hated seeing people wounded, maybe it was because she's a medical student.

She hesitantly nodded.

“Bathroom?”

“There.” Chris pointed at the corner of the room.

She nodded and walked to the bathroom.

As she opens the door, her breath catches in her throat. The bathroom was a masterpiece of luxury, she lived in luxury too but Chris's interior really amazed her.

The floors were made of polished marble, with veins of gold running through the stone, reflecting the soft ambient lighting. The walls were adorned with intricate mosaic tiles, depicting elegant patterns that added an artistic flair. In the center of the room, a massive, sunken bathtub made of onyx sits beneath a chandelier that drips with crystals, casting shimmering reflections across the room.

There’s a rain shower encased in glass, large enough to fit several people, with multiple showerheads designed to give a spa-like experience. The vanity was equally grand, with a long, sleek countertop of rare stone, lined with high-end skincare products and colognes. A large mirror, framed in gold, stretches across the wall, reflecting the entire opulence of the space.

The air smells faintly of expensive cologne and fresh flowers, Chris's scent, and the entire room radiated wealth and power. It's a space that speaks volumes about the man who owns it—controlled, powerful, and used to the finest things in life. She took a towel and fetched some water in a bowl.

She returned to the bedroom, Chris was waiting patiently.

She sat near him.

“You need to take this off.” She said hesitantly.

Chris gently unbuttoned his black shirt. And in the next minute his upper body is naked.

Bella suppressed her gasp by looking at the muscular body. His hands were covered with tattoos. And the biceps were muscular too.

Bella gulped. But a wave of anxiety rushed in her veins when she saw the scars... Scars as he've been beaten up, and some rounded scars were painted on his perfectly sculptured torso. Which she knew was bullet wounds.

Her gaze dropped from his chest to his hand.

His left arm was covered with blood.

Bella soaked the towel in water and gently wiped his hand. The tattoos full on display. The white towel's now red. Chris's hand is now clean but fresh blood is still oozing out.

“First aid box?”

“In the second drawer.” Bella nodded and took the first aid box. Chris was observing her every move.

“It will hurt a little.” Bella looks at Chris to check if it's hurting but his hazel eyes are hooked on Bella. Her heart skipped a bit and she shifted her gaze to his hand.

She then wrapped his hands with a bandage.

“It feels good, when you treat me, darling.”

“I cared for you because you're wounded.”

After saying this Bella got up and left the room.

“If me being wounded makes you care for me, I'll gladly accept bullets in my heart to be close to you.”

Chris let out a laugh, he couldn't believe that he was feeling this way. This feeling is so foreign to him, that it feels unnatural.

Do people really feel like this, when they are in love?