My Dangerous Boy's

Part 80 - What's Wrong With Me?

"Your face is wounded, Zavier."

Shella spontaneously called out her words, trying to eliminate the pounding of her heart that suddenly just returned to pumping quickly. The girl soaked her lower lip and swallowed her saliva with difficulty.

"So?" The man frowned faintly, making Shella just sigh tiredly and gently hit the chest of her field in annoyance.

"Therefore, treat your wounds immediately, Zavier!" shella exclaimed, then pushed the man to release his warm embrace.

Zavier pursed his lips down. "You're the one who should help treat me," he whined and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Why should I? You can treat yourself, right? I don't want to."

Zavier spontaneously shook his head slowly. He lowered his head down and just looked towards the floor. "I'm lazy" he said in a small tone.

Shella clucked. "That's your problem. I won't take care of your wounds."

Hearing that, Zavier raised his face sadly. "When I saved your life, but why did you repay me in such a cruel way?" she asked and swung her lips down, trying to break Shella's heart which was inexplicably cruel and as hard as a rock.

"A-ah, after all, why did you have to save me? It's your own business" elak Shella directly, unaware that Zavier's mood instantly turned cloudy.

"And let that man kill you?" ask the man and tilt his head. He throttled for a moment.

Shella spontaneously shook her head. He scratched his non-itchy nape and stared at Zavier's brown eyes. No, he still loves his life!

"You're evil, baby," said Zavier suddenly and whined like a boy, leaving Shella just widening her eyes, too shocked by the man's actions.

Okay, for a moment, this guy looks more and more like a dumb kid who's not clear where he came from.

"My answer remains no, Zavier," Shella said once more, making the man stare lethargicly at her as he played his finger.

He's crazy.

After such a terrible incident, this man did not even seem shocked and looked fine. Oh, Zavier's behavior looks as if he's used to all this. Who the hell is he?

Zavier pulled out a key, then extended it towards Shella. Then he smiled in annoyance. "This," he said with a little reluctance.

"What?" Shella fused her eyebrows together, before moving to retrieve the object. "Why with this key?" tanyanya.

"Don't you want to get out of here? That's the door lock. You can come out now and swear on me for life," Zavier replied lazily glancing at Shella with a still lethargic look.

"B-but." Shella paused her speech for a moment and looked at the man doubtfully.

"What's wrong? You can come out now, " said Zavier, then turn his gaze toward the scattered pieces of glass. He breathed tired.

"Yes, you're done eating anyway, right? I have to clear up all these incidents first and report to the police. So, you better get out now than be having problems because of me."

"You sure?"

"Ck, what's wrong with you, Shella? After I saved your life and you returned my kindness by being cruel, is there anything else you want?" zavier asked back and squinted his eyes.

"You know, I almost died after helping you, but now you're indifferent to my wounds. If only I had died from this wound, the first thing I would have done would have been to beat you for life. I can't possibly just let you go" said Zavier, who inexplicably began to sound very unreasonable.

This guy just wanted to talk.

Shella stuttered. He felt a little guilty after hearing the man's words. Unknowingly, he again bit his lower lip anxiously.

Whats? What's up with him? Shit!

"I will treat you," said Shella unconsciously, then in the next second, he immediately closed his mouth tightly.

Okay, that was a wrong move, because Shella suddenly realized that Zavier's lethargic gaze had instantly turned into a look of ignorant flashes.

There are a few things that bother him at the moment, and that is :

For the first, he could feel if his heart was pounding rapidly at this moment. And Shella hated it so much, because her body seemed to be weak for a moment.

For the second, he was eager to smash Zavier's handsome face that always looked mischievous in his eyes.

For the third, Shella hated the sneer that the man had just displayed.

For the fourth, this man had a very high level of indecision.

And for the latter, he was afraid that he had fallen into Zavier's arms.

Hells!

The first and fifth list came back, as Zavier carried his body into the warm embrace of the man. He could feel the rapid collision of his heart, until he became too afraid to feel what he should not feel.

He was afraid to fall in love a second time.

"I would really hate you if you wanted to get out of here and ignore me, Shella. Thank you for worrying about me even if you didn't say that."

Shella's worried? Really?