Chapter 2 I Will Repay You

"Can you let go of me, sir?" Seeing that Leon had no intention of letting her go, Wendy wriggled under his grip and gritted her teeth with annoyance.

However, what she didn't expect was that as soon as she finished speaking, he pushed her mercilessly. Caught off guard, she fell onto the floor hard.

"You!" Her eyes widened in disbelief. 'This fucker has the nerve to mistreat me this way after I helped him.'

A sharp pain coursed through her buttocks, causing her to gasp out. She squeezed her eyes shut from the impact.

"Let's go," he said indifferently. His voice echoed through the small space.

Glancing at his bleeding arm, he furrowed his eyebrows. When he didn't hear another word, he turned around only to be met with a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Wendy bit her bottom lip as she tried her best to hold back her tears. There was no way she was going to show any signs of weakness in front of this bastard! Yet even as she struggled to keep herself together, she could still feel herself breaking under his gaze. In the next few seconds, she burst into tears.

"You've asked me to help you," she stuttered out. Her eyes narrowed at the man in front of her. "Now that I've already helped, you can leave unless you want me to call the police."

"Look, just help me out this one time. I'm unable to find my men right now, and my injury is difficult to deal with."

"And why the hell would I help you?" She gazed up at him mockingly. Although he was taller than her, there was no fear in her eyes-at least, not anymore. She used the back of her hand to wipe away the tears. It seemed that the two had fallen into a stalemate.

She glanced at his arm. Just one look and she knew just how serious the injury was. It would be difficult to treat it in an ordinary clinic-that was for sure.

"If you help me, I will repay you. I'd advise you not to do anything stupid. You'll regret it." It seemed that Leon had underestimated the woman in front of him. The woman who had once been as meek as a sheep was now as pointy as a porcupine. And all of her thorny exterior was now directed at him.

'Seriously? He is threatening me again? That asshole!'

"Go away! I don't want you to repay me. You can go drag yourself to hell for all I care!"

Rolling her eyes, Wendy staggered up from the floor. Pushing the man aside, she stomped out of the restroom.

"Fuck!"

As she did, the palm of her hand pressed against his wound accidentally, causing a tearing pain to course through his chest. The blood started to flow out even more freely. Leon tried to reach for her, but his strength had dissipated in an instant. He collapsed onto he tiles, watching her retreating figure.

The light in the bathroom was incredibly dim, so Wendy didn't see this. After she walked out of the bathroom, she took time to glance at herself. Her white coat was already drenched with blood, and she cringed at the sight. Not being able to bear it, she rushed back to her office and changed her clothes.

However, as she stood in front of the tall French window, the man's figure still didn't escape her mind.

'Is he okay?' she thought, only to stop herself immediately.

'No! You shouldn't think about him.'

However, there was another voice murmuring in her heart. Her mind continued to play the moment she had pushed him up against the wall. If his wound wasn't treated, then his arm might get infected. He could lose the arm. Not only that, he might not even survive.

"You're really crazy, aren't you? Of all the time, you could've played as Mother Mary, you pick today of all days!" She grabbed a clean hospital gown before walking into the bathroom once more. She didn't even understand what caused her to do so.

"Hey, put this on."

Wendy bit her lips reluctantly, pushing the gown to his battered figure.

Leon raised his head, stunned by her sudden kindness. She had just left a few minutes ago. Why would she come back now? Although his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he allowed a small smile to slip onto his lips.

"My arm is injured, I can't walk," he argued.

"You hurt your arm, not your leg."

The shameless man had the nerve to ask her for help. A part of her was tempted to leave him here again, but after glancing down at him one more time, she sighed. 'God better bless me back with good karma, ' she thought, stepping forward to take off his shirt.

When she took off his shirt, she had to suppress a gasp from the state he was in. His muscular chest was drenched with fresh blood, and there were dozens of wounds scratched along his back.

"You..." She thought that the man had been playing weak all this time. It turned out he was telling the truth. Frowning, she picked up his shirt and tore it into pieces.

"I'll stop the bleeding first. Don't speak."

The man didn't pretend to be weak. There were so many wounds and bruises peppered around his skin, that he couldn't even be bothered to straighten his back. Besides, at this point, he couldn't even talk without wincing.

Staring at the woman kneeling in front of him, his eyes squinted, but he shut his mouth wisely. He let her take his arm and bandage it.

'The woman is quite interesting.' Leon watched as Wendy took care of his arm. But in a few seconds, the warmth disappeared as she looked up to glare at him.

"Come with me to clean the wounds,"

she snapped.

"I don't have the strength," he uttered slowly. "You'll have to carry me."

"What did you say?" She blinked, reeling back. How could the man be so shameless?

"It's not like you hurt your legs! Wait! Hello?"

Leon had already stood up and walked towards her. Just when he was a step away from her, he stretched out his hand and pressed his entire weight against her back.

He squeezed his eyes shut and pretended not to hear a thing. No matter how much she sputtered and yelled, he remained silent.

As the old saying went, "One cannot wake up someone who's pretending to be asleep." Wendy gritted her teeth, but no matter how hard she shrieked out, the man still wouldn't wake.

Fortunately, she was located in the outpatient department. Otherwise, her screams would've already alerted security. Knowing that there was no other way, she took it upon herself to carry him all the way to a vacant room.

"Can you wake up now?"

she snapped once they reached the place. Beads of sweat were trickling down her chin as she panted.

Hearing her words, Leon opened his eyes and smiled at her. Not bothering to say another word, he climbed onto the bed as if he was already familiar with the room.