Love The Handsome Heir

He's Bloody

After Arthur's return from his restaurant, Belle cleaned all the cooking utensils and cutlery that Arthur had used to enjoy the dishes Belle served. Although her bedtime had arrived since a few minutes ago, Belle still insisted on washing all the dirty utensils. Because he is not a typical person who likes to procrastinate.

However, suddenly in front of the tap of the dishwasher, Belle was glued. The shadow of Aland's face suddenly flashed across Belle's memory. Prodding without asking for permission made Belle smile to herself.

Unasked, Belle recalls her moment with Aland. After one year of this Belle found herself lonely without Aland near here, it feels very amazing because now Belle can touch the figure of Aland in real form. Not just an illusion or hallucination.

“I'm sure this is not a dream,” muttered Belle on the sidelines of her smile.

Aland's here. The man who had managed to grab Belle's entire attention had actually returned. A reality that is so sweet because Belle became the first person approached by Aland when he returned to Barcelona.

It's hard to believe, but everything that just happened is the truth. Including a kiss that combines feelings of love and passion from Aland some time ago. In fact, until now traces of sensation from the kiss Aland still felt imprinted on Belle's body.

“Why can't I forget that kiss?” ask Belle who she knows. Perhaps, that question he asked himself. Because after all, Belle knows all the things from her own feelings.

“Come, Belle. Don't keep remembering that kiss. You can go crazy if you remember it too long,” Belle whispered to her.

Until finally Belle can breathe a sigh of relief. When he saw all the dirty equipment had been finished he cleaned and had returned neatly to the original place.

“When to sleep,” says Belle.

Along with that, Belle yawned quite wide. His eyes felt heavy at this moment. Maybe when he dropped himself on the bed later, Belle will immediately fall asleep so soundly.

Too bad, it looks like Belle still has no chance to crawl onto her mattress. When the woman's ears caught a knock at the entrance of the restaurant, Belle knew she had to delay her sleep again.

“Who comes these nights? Has he gone mad to wake up someone who has fallen asleep?” belle asked the air around her.

Silly indeed. That's a very unreasonable question. Since Belle obviously knew as hard as she asked, no one would answer her.

Belle tried to ignore the knock. To hell with anyone out there. That person should use his logic to think about this late time. It's time to rest. In fact, Belle believes her neighbors are engrossed in carving out their dreams.

Belle prefers to go into the room, then try to dive into the most beautiful sleeping flowers. Until Belle can forget how much suffering she has endured alone in this world.

***

“Belle!”

The call from Louis surprised Belle from checking the supply of vegetables and fruits for a meal at her restaurant today. The man, who had been working for several months, came in with a panicked face to face Belle. I don't know what happened, so the man looked so scared.

“What's up, Louis? You surprise me.” Belle asked with protest afterwards.

Louis's hand moved towards the outside of the restaurant. “Are you out of the restaurant today?” tanyakanya.

Belle shakes. He replied, “Since this morning I've been here checking the supplies.”

“Oh, God! How's this?” Louis looked so surprised by Belle's reply.

An attitude that was too strange just to respond to such a simple answer. Belle confuses herself because Louis really looks strange in her eyes.

After taking a deep breath, Louis was finally able to tell the cause of his behavior. “There's a dying man out there, Belle. His face was bruised like he had just been beaten by someone. In fact, there ... there ... his head is bleeding!”

Belle was surprised to hear that. Sure oes. Like something was blocking his throat, until Belle felt his voice disappear instantly.

“Don't prank me, Louis. There can't be a dying man in front of my restaurant.” Belle still refuses to believe Louis's jewels.

“Oh, God! He could die if I had to wait for you to believe what I said, Belle. Come with me if you want to prove it in person!”

Belle could only resign as Louis pulled his hand to follow the man's footsteps. Until now he has real evidence of everything Louis said. On the terrace of his restaurant there really was a man lying horribly with terrible injuries.

“Oh, God! Please help me make this man aware!” exclaim Belle panic.

With a lightning-fast motion, Belle positioned the man's head onto his lap. In that position, then Belle can see the man's face as clearly as possible. Then Belle squealed in surprise upon realizing who this dying man was.

Belle recognized. She ... Arthur's? Is this really Arthur?

“Arthur, awake! Please open your eyes, Arthur!” peekik Belle panic.

The woman continued to try to resuscitate Arthur by patting the man on the cheek as hard as possible. Occasionally bring the ear to Arthur's chest to check his heartbeat. The woman's fingers were brought to Arthur's nose to make sure he was still breathing.

“Press his chest, Louis!” Belle's orders.

Louis obeyed Belle's orders. He squeezed Arthur's chest strong enough to pump oxygen inside the man's lungs. The activity lasted for a while, until Arthur coughed. He told her that her consciousness had returned.

“You heard me, Arthur?” ask Belle. He still had not stopped his hand movements in patting Arthur on the cheek.

“Please answer me if you hear my voice, Arthur,” Belle said.

Arthur coughed again. This time it was no ordinary cough. From the man's mouth came out a red vomit that Belle believed to be blood. Instantly, Belle's panic peaked again.

“Louis, please call an ambulance here. We're taking this man to the hospital,” pinta Belle.

Before Louis could take a step, Arthur prevented him. Although her voice was weak, Belle could still hear the voice.

“No. Don't take me to the hospital.”

“You're seriously injured, Arthur. You should get the doctor's care immediately,” reply Belle.

“Please, Belle. Don't take me to the hospital,” whispered Arthur weakly.

“I'll keep taking you to the hospital. I don't want to take any chances if something worse happens to you.” Belle refuses Arthur's request.

Arthur groaned as the pain returned to him. Trouble he said, “I have a personal doctor, Belle. Just call him here. But, I beg you not to take me to the hospital.”

Belle is confused. Various questions came to his mind when he saw Arthur so adamantly refusing to be taken to the hospital. Though everything is so clear if Arthur's situation is this severe.