Hold my Hand

Chapter 3

Loud applause broke out at the sold-out fashion show when Cha Young Cassano was called to the stage where the models were parade. Cha Young smiled and stood up from her seat as she took off her suit jacket, which was actually Vincenzo's. She secretly stole it from she. Her tailored black dress beautifully accentuated her slender figure. She wore diamond earrings and her engagement ring as jewelry. Her barge followed her steps nicely. When she arrived, she bowed several times with a smile on her face. Old habits die hard.

- Buona sera a tutti! - Said hello into the microphone you've been given.

Over the years, her Italian language skills also improved to perfection thanks to Vincenzo and a teacher. In the next few minutes, Cha Young said that she and her husband support the orphaned children and the institutions financially and will visit them whenever they can. She wished everyone more fun for the rest of the evening. More precisely, a shot. Reflexively, she immediately lowered herself, but two stair steps left so she fell and hit her head. An annoyed and pained moan left her mouth as she felt wetness run down the side of her face. She knew it was blood. Luca and the bodyguards were there immediately, helped her up and immediately began to take her to cover. They would have been safe when she felt a searing pain around her waist. She stopped, then turned her head in the direction with her remaining strength and her last memory was the man who shot him. Luca also turned in that direction and immediately started shooting with his revolver, but he failed to hit the man.

Vincenzo walked elegantly out of the building where they tried to make a deal with him, without success. His black revolver gleamed in his right hand. He looked at his watch, which was as expensive as a luxury car. The fashion show has already started. He thought about going back to their penthouse in Milan, changing and going after Cha Young. Then his phone rang in his inner pocket. He took it out and saw that Luca was calling him. He didn't have a good feeling and immediately picked it up.

- Luca, what happened?

Before the extubation, the doctor told Cha Young what she would have to do. When the tube was pulled from her throat, she began to cough violently. The nurse held a small plastic tray and tissue in front of her mouth. Vincenzo stroked her back soothingly until her coughing stopped. Cha Young put her hands on her chest tiredly. She had a feeling in her throat like when she gets cold and even swallowing hurt. After that, she slowly stroked her head, a bit sore from coughing. Vincenzo handed her a glass of water with a straw. His wife smiled gratefully and drank from the glass held for her. Meanwhile, the doctor told her about the injuries she had sustained. He talked about her recovery time, her medications and the CT scan that will be performed soon. They'll keep her in for a few more weeks. Cha Young rolled her eyes in annoyance. When he went out, She turned to Vincenzo.

- Aish! – She hissed. - I will kill that man! - She grumbled.

She wanted to scream, but her voice hadn't fully recovered yet.

- I won't stand in your way! - Vincenzo smiled faintly. - But first you need to heal. - He stroked her head.

Vincenzo accompanied Cha Young to the examination and watched her through the glass wall with crossed arms along with the doctors. His face was impassive. When the short examination was over, they told his that they would bring the results soon. After the CT scan, she was not taken back to the intensive care unit because she was already able to breathe on her own. The nurse had already prepared the VIP ward for her. It wasn't much different from the VIP intensive. Only to the extent that the room had a mini fridge and a TV hung on the wall. When they got back to the ward, Cha Young told her husband that she saw the man who shot her. The Italian Korean's face became serious and he asked what did the man look like. After telling her what he looked like, Vincenzo nodded. He suppressed the appearance of negative emotions on his face and concentrated on his wife.