When he finally released her from his eager kisses, he carried her down the stairs into the car. Levi quickly followed, holding an umbrella for them.
Scott sat Brianna down on his lap in the car, but Brianna fixed her eyes upon the window, looking at the fierce storm silently. When they arrived at the hospital, Scott carried her to the room and put her down on the bed. “Your wound is open again. It’s bleeding. Did you do it on purpose? Huh? Can’t you just take better care of yourself?”
“I, I was running to...” Brianna pouted her lips and looked at him with tearful eyes. “I was in a hurry to watch a good show, wasn’t I? Sadly, it was very disappointing.” She said sarcastically.
Scott frowned and looked at her angrily, but seeing her tearful eyes and rosy cheeks, he couldn’t get mad at her. Instead, he shouted at the bodyguards at the door. “Get the nurse here right now!”
“Yes.” The chief bodyguard hurried off.
Within minutes, two nurses and a doctor rushed in. “Mr. Scott Anderson, what can we do for you?” The doctor asked anxiously. “Oh, it looks like you need re-bandaging.” The doctor then saw the blood on Scott’s shirt.
Brianna looked up at Scott instantly, and it was only till then did she see the bloodstains on Scott’s shirt. She was as worried as upset. Well, why did he hurry to meet her then?! And he shouldn’t have carried me! Stupid!
“Take care of hers first,” Scott said to the doctor.
“But you...” Brianna muttered. Scott threw an impatient glare at her, and she said nothing more. His violent gentleness was confusing her so much. She hated it, and she loved it.
She heaved a sigh, and feeling irritated, she pinched her arm hard. Scott glared at her angrily. “Stop it. Don't ever hurt yourself, not without my permission!”
Brianna wasn’t even aware of herself doing so. She looked up at him, pouted her lips, and then muttered, “Yes, sir!”
After re-bandaging Brianna, the doctor asked Scott to take off his shirt. At the sight of his perfect figure, the nurses blushed, and one almost gasped in surprise.
Brianna saw their reaction and frowned at them as she thought jealously, hey, he’s my husband! Keep your dirty mind off him.
As if he had sensed Brianna’s jealousy, Scott smiled and asked the two female nurses to leave. The nurses threw a quick and unpleasant glance at Brianna and left the room.
As the doctor took the bandages off Scott slowly, Brianna had to cover her mouth with both hands so as not to exclaim. It looked awfully painful. However, Scott appeared as if it did not bother him at all.
When it was done, Brianna took a clean shirt and put it on Scott. Scott pointed to the buttons, and Brianna rolled her eyes and then buttoned them up for him.
“Let’s go home,” Scott said.
“Huh? But you haven't recovered yet.”
“I’ve spent enough time here. Home is much more comfortable.”
When they reached home, it was already ten o’clock. Brianna was about to go back to her room when Scott beckoned her, and she followed him into his room.
“Are you going to shower?” Scott asked.
“Yeah.” Brianna nodded.
“Watch the wound. Don’t get it wet.” He was reminded.
“Thanks.” Brianna nodded gratefully.
“When you are done, shower me,” Scott added.
“Huh?” Brianna stared at him.
“You heard me. Or shall I ask the maid to shower me?” Scott teased, knowing that Brianna would be too jealous to allow that.
Brianna shrugged her shoulders and went into the bathroom. When she was almost done, Scott knocked at the bathroom door. Brianna hesitated. He knocked again. She heaved a sigh and opened the door to see him standing naked in front of her. She blushed terribly and turned around immediately, but Scott grabbed both her shoulders and turned her around to face him.
“Don’t act as if you've never seen me naked before. Have I turned you on?” He teased.
Brianna denied it immediately, “No,” She recomposed herself and started showering him while reminding herself to stay calm. Scott stroked her pouted lips playfully, which made her blush more.
Seeing the wounds all over his body, Brianna frowned with concern. She showered him carefully, avoiding the wounds as best she could.
“Don’t forget the most important part.” Scott reminded me casually.
“Huh?” Brianna looked up at him and saw his cheeky smile. She blushed. “But...”
“You will love it.” Scott teased again. Brianna knew that she didn’t have a choice.
As she put her soft hands on his manhood and washed it gently, she heard Scott’s breathing grow heavier and faster. He would have had her right there and then if he didn’t have to consider her injury.
Despite herself, Brianna felt herself growing wet as well, but she acted as calmly as possible. As soon as she had showered him properly, she quickly grabbed the towel and dried him, then rushed out of the bathroom.
"Stay in my room," Scott ordered. "You are sleeping here from now on," Scott said as he came out from the bathroom.
"Why? What about you then?" Brianna looked at him in surprise.
"What about me? This is my room. Of course, I will sleep here." Scott said matter-of-factly.
"But...you..." Brianna muttered, "You never allowed me to sleep in your room before."
"As you said, that was before," Scott leaned down on the bed and beckoned Brianna over.
Brianna hesitated a bit, then went and lay down next to him.
He put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Considering his wounds, Brianna allowed him.
"Now, let's talk," Scott said plainly.
"Huh? What about?" Brianna looked at him curiously.
"What do you think?"
"About what happened today?" Brianna asked. "Are you actually still mad at me for following you to Las Center today?"
Scott gazed at her silently. His eyes spoke of serenity, depth, and unquestionable authority. She felt like she was bewitched as she looked into them.
Intentionally, she looked away. However, Scott held her chin up so that she had to look at him. "Why did you cry?"