My Dangerous Boy's

Part 25 - The Truth About That Night (1)

Turner's hospital.

07:00 AM

A girl was cleaning her face in the bathroom. A few drops of water appeared to fall, indicating that he had just finished washing his face in the sink. Shella watched her own wet face in silence. Then in the next second, he fumbled on the surface of his face that felt soft and clean.

Oh, I'm beautiful, her mind chuckling amusedly.

He grabbed a towel that had been provided in the closet, then gently rubbed his face to remove the remnants of water that was still attached. After that, Shella put the cloth back in place and stretched her muscles slightly stiff.

Freshly.

After yesterday she completely rested her body, the girl felt a little better this morning. Maybe he'll decide to get out of the hospital today rather than stay longer. Well, it's so boring.

Shella could also feel if her fever had started to go down, coupled with a while ago, a doctor had removed the needle. It looks like he will be cured soon.

He stepped his foot out of the bathroom whistling happily. But it did not last long, as his blue eyes instantly caught a familiar man inside his room. The man is seen sitting on a sofa with a laptop on his lap.

Shella rolled her eyes lazily, then walked towards her white bed. "What are you here for?" ask after sitting on the bed. Somehow, he felt very upset now without knowing the cause.

The brown eyes followed Shella's movements, before her mouth finally extended a faint smile. The eyes narrowed when he saw the girl who seemed to be at a level of annoyance. "Didn't I tell you yesterday that I'll come back here the next morning" said Zavier calmly, leaving the woman completely silent.

Shella looked at the man with a look of horror, before finally her hand grabbed a pillow located not far from her and threw it towards the face of the damned who was displaying his ugliest smile.

He just wanted to make sure something felt weird to him.

The girl shuddered in horror when she saw that the pillow managed to kiss Zavier's face appropriately. His eyes were also round in disbelief as the man seemed to flinch slightly and grimaced in shock to throw the pillow on the floor.

Is this the reality and not his own imagination? Okay, now he feels that something really isn't right here.

After yesterday he got messages from someone who turned out to be his lecturer, then the man is now here, making Shella's guess even more true.

This man is a demon.

If yesterday was just a fragment of his imagination, this man's shadow should also be his own delusion. However, seeing the pillow that did not penetrate her shadow made Shella again feel afraid now.

What an amazing imagination and it feels so real. Only the first time he experienced something like this and beyond his expectations, it turns out his imagination also has very crazy things besides in the real world.

"Why you?" ask Zavier weirdly.

What the hell.

Zavier instantly widened his eyes while putting his laptop on the table. He squinted his eyes and looked at the woman seriously. "Pardon me? What did you say? Aren't you the one who looks more like a demon than me?" he argued in disbelief.

"So how do you know what I was doing last night?" Shella stared intently at the man, while her brain re-digested and thought of this strange thing.

"Oh my god baby, just because of that you immediately think of me as a demon? Have you ever met a demon as handsome as myself? All I know is that demons have two sharp horns on their heads" Zavier bluntly exclaimed.

Shella spontaneously choked and certainly did not believe the man's sentence just now. Whahuh? Baby's? The devil? A handsome? The horns? Hells.

"Sir, I think your brain is afflicted by a strange disease. Maybe you should go check with the doctor instead of going crazy in a minute."

"What?" pekik Zavier's stuck. "Are you crazy or am I crazy? Didn't you say I was a demon? And why do you call me 'father', when in fact we're still dating?" she asked in succession and did not receive the sentence Shella just now.

The girl shuddered a little horror. "Yes, I think you really need to go check your brain. Since when did I become your girlfriend, while I didn't feel that you were my boyfriend?"

"You forgot you were the one who expressed your feelings a few days ago?"

Hearing that, Shella stuttered. He swallowed his saliva very hard. "A..what? I didn't say that, "he looks like. "And don't discuss that topic again, I don't like it."

Zavier chuckled amusedly, making the girl instantly dove in annoyance. He ignored the man's voice by looking at his cellphone above the nightstand.

That thing is better to see than that damn face. God, Fucking Zavier.

But somehow, his fingers that were about to open the game stopped, and switched to a message that he had not read.

Good night️💙.

Shit, he immediately regretted after opening the message from the man. But Shella also couldn't stop her fingers from opening the profile photo of the message. I don't know, it seemed to pull his fingers to have to open the photo immediately.

In the next second, Shella looked glared in disbelief and covered her mouth with one hand. Unknowingly, he held his breath. Instantly, Shella recalled the events of the night she had been through.

It was fitting that he felt no stranger to this man, because he had already met him.

"Who are you really?" shella asked and turned to look at the man coldly.

5 May 2020