Business Deal Between Mr And Mrs Billionaire

Chapter Eighteen

“Call a doctor.” Drix said to Reil over the phone, before hanging up and dropping the phone on his desk in front of him.

“Was that Reil?” Bill, who'd been sitting on the couch the whole time, pretending to work while all he was doing was eavesdropping on the conversation, asked.

“Hmm.” Drix's gaze was fixed on the work he was doing on the computer.

“Why'd she call?”

“Sprained her ankle and asked me to come over.” That was enough details. He didn't have the time to start explaining a whole story to Bill.

“Why did she ask you to come?” Bill asked, rising from the couch and walking to the desk where he took a seat.

Drix shrugged. “I don't know.” And sincerely, he didn't.

Why would she call him when she could call a doctor? If she felt her ankle was broken, the sensible thing to do was to call a doctor, duh.

Bill folded his legs, placing both elbows on his knee. “What's up with you two?”

Drix jerked his head from the laptop, staring at Bill with a raised brow. “Huh?”

“I mean, you two seem pretty close. Am I right?”

Drix contemplated it, before shrugging. “I guess.”

“I'm happy for— wait, you're going to help her, right?”

“And why would I do that?” That was just a dumb thing to do.

What would he do when he got to her house? Sleep?

Bill shook his head, letting out a disappointed sigh. “If she asked for help, then you should give it to her. She's probably in a lot of pain for her to give you a call.”

Drix gave that another thought. She had sounded weak when she called. Like she was about to cry anytime soon.

There was probably a reason she'd called him instead of a doctor.

But was he going to leave work to go to some girl's house?

“Are you two friends?” Bill asked.

Another shrug. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Then go help a friend. Come on, don't act all cold hottie for once.” Bill shook his head, standing from the desk. “You don't know, maybe if you don't do this, you might regret it for the rest of your life.”

Bill was right. He might regret it all his life.

What if she was in a life and death situation and needed his help?

He stood up. “Okay, I'll go.”

“That's my man.” Bill ran over the desk to give him a hard pat on the back.

***
He'd gotten to her house ten minutes later. He still knew the road to her house since he was one known for his good memory.

Getting past the security had been a lot of convincing, but as soon as they remembered him from the day before, they let him in.

He was asked if he wanted her to meet him in the parlor, but he was sure walking was a lot of work for her at the moment, so he offered to be taken to her room.

A maid directed him to her room, asking if he wanted to let her know he'd be arriving. He told her he'd knock before entering (since the maid seemed to think she was naked).

When he got to her room door, he gave it a slight knock.

“Come in.” The words were so low, he almost didn't hear it, but then it made him realize how tired she was.

Was she sick?

He gently opened the door, walking into the room.

Her room was huge (not as huge as his) and beautiful.

It was how he'd imagined it to be. Just like her personality.

But that wasn't what he cared about at the moment.

She was laying on the bed. Her skin was as white as snow. Her leg seemed unmoving. Her eyes were swollen, really swollen. Like she'd been crying for years.

“Drix.” She said his name like he was her savior. Her knight. It made him not regret coming over.

“Reil, what happened?” He walked over to her and noticed her body was trembling.

Was she cold? Or was she scared? What could she possibly be afraid of? Did she feel helpless?

“Drix, my ankle, I think it's broken for real this time.” She said as tears rolled down her cheeks.

He stared at her ankle. Was it really broken?

He sat on the bed beside her ankle. There was a balm beside it too. Maybe if he massaged it, she'd feel better and they'd know if it's truly broken.

He gently (really gently) wrapped a hand around her ankle, raising it to rest on his lap.

She let out a wince and he stared at her. “I just want to massage it for you.” He explained and watched as her eyes widened.

“No. No more massages, please. Just get me to the hospital.” She said through the tears.

No more massages? What did she mean by that?

“I promise, I'll be gentle and if it still hurts too much to bear, we'll head to the hospital.”

She seemed to relax a bit, but didn't respond so he took her as a ‘go ahead’.

He took the balm, packing a little of its content on his index finger, then dropping the balm, he very gently placed his index finger on her ankle.

She squeezed her eyes shut as his finger gently rubbed her ankle. She was probably trying to overcome the pain.

He continued massaging it, hoping it'd work. After a few minutes, she seemed to relax and just get into the massage.

“You're good at massaging.” She said after a while, opening her eyes.

He stared at her, holding her gaze. “Used to do it since I was a kid.” He explained, unsure why he did, but he didn't stop. “I used to do it for my mom a lot.”

There was silence for a few seconds as his hands still continued massaging her ankle.

She broke from the gaze. “Thanks.”

“It's nothing. Does it still hurt like bad?”

She'd stopped vibrating, which he took as a good sign.

“It still hurts, but it's better.”

He stared at the small ankle he was still massaging. “What happened?”

Not that there was necessarily a need for something to have happened, but she seemed really scared. He just had to ask.

“Nothing actually.”

He stared at her and didn't need to be told that she was lying, but he knew best than to force it out.

So he changed the subject. “You know you bought me out of work. I'm a very busy man.”

“Thanks.” She said, “Don't worry, I'd treat you to something once I feel better.”

“There's no need, I'll probably be too busy.”

“I'm not the type to like feeling indebted. I'd treat you to something, okay?”

He didn't want to argue so he just agreed. “If you're that eager to.”

They spent the next hour chatting about things he didn't even remember.

Weird how being ill took away the flirting Reil and a new female he prefered to chat with.