Healed (Completed)

Chapter - 8

Vivian

"We have performed our surgery, and he is now out of danger. His head was hit by iron, but luckily he didn't get seriously injured. He could have gone into a coma, but the girl brought him on time and he got treatment on time. He will be alright within weeks," the doctor said. I sighed with relief after hearing this. I was worried about Leonardo. He was like my little brother.

"What about that girl?" I didn't care about her, but, mistakenly, she was the reason Leo was out of danger, so it was my duty to take care of her.

The Doctor sighed soundly. "She got shot in her left arm and it was a deep wound, so it would take time to heal her hand. You must take proper care of her because she won't be able to use her left hand for a week."

"I want to meet her," I said.

"Right this way." He guided me to her room.

We entered the room. The doctor approached her first. "How are you feeling? Is your pain okay?" He asked her while checking her pulse rate. I couldn't see her face because he was standing directly in front of her. "Someone is there for you," he said, standing aside and allowing me to see her face. That night I didn't glance at her at once because all my attention was on those bastard They were Eric's men, and Eric was my biggest rival.

Eventually, I got time to meet her.

My gaze shifted to her face and began with her eyes. She had greenish hazel eyes that stood out against her olive complexion. Her dark brown hair fell to her back in a straight which made her look really beautiful. Her lips were thin and sexy. She was beautiful. Despite that, it did not impress me. For me, it was nothing. Among the beautiful women I had fucked, she was like one of them. She was no different.

The doctor nodded before he walked out of the room, leaving us alone.

Her green eyes narrowed, and her expression hardened as if she didn't want me to be here. I didn't like her intense gaze piercing into me like I was guilty of a crime. She didn't take off her eyes either, and I didn't take off my.

"Mr. Miller," she said. "I'm glad to see you here." Her lips formed into a fake smile.

I slipped my hands into my pocket and walked to her bed. "Delighted to see you too, Miss Stefan. I feel sorry for your hand, but it happened because of you. If you would not have been out, this would never have happened."

She frowned. "You are such a big thug, but you don't even know the difference between sympathy and sarcasm."

She had a big mouth.

I chuckled, amused by her statement. "Neither I'm sympathetic nor sarcastic. "I'm telling you what you did and what you did to my man and also to your hand." I pointed at her injured hand.

Her eyes dropped to her lap. "It bore me in the house, so I asked Leo if he would take me somewhere, but I never thought Guarin's men would attack me. First, they hit me, and then Leo. When I tried to help him out, they shot me in my arms. I...I apologize. I should not have asked him out, then it would not have happened."

For a few seconds, I felt pity for her, but I couldn't believe her without proof. "Don't apologize," I said and turned around to leave. I had nothing to talk to her about because I was not a man of gentle words.

"You came here to check whether I am alive or not?" she blurted out. I could hear a hint of anger in her voice.

"Exactly, since you are safe, I suppose I have nothing to do with..." before I could complete my words, she cut me off.

"I want to talk to you..."

I immediately turned around and narrowed my eyes at her face. "Never cut me!"