The CEO’s Pet Cat

Mia dodged his arm that was trying to tug at her, checked her injuries and said faintly, “You don’t have to worry, I’m fine!”

“Damn it, are you looking all right now?” The bright, blood-red color irritated Asher’s angry nerves.

Whether that stabbing caused Mia a minor injury or a serious one, in Asher’s mind, it was a death sentence that deserved death by a thousand cuts! The only person who could cause her pain and grief was him! She was his, and no one could touch her!

Asher coldly twisted his head, radiating an intimidating aura as if he were Satan, his eyes flashing with bloodlust as he unceremoniously struck at the punks behind him.

“Ah!”

“Ah!”

“Help!” The miserable cries of misery rose and fell.

“If we keep fighting, they’ll all die!” Mia was anxious in her heart, afraid that Asher would get hurt again, and couldn’t bear to see the punks get killed, so she had to beg, “Count me in, please, don’t fight, okay?”

Now these people are on the verge of half-death, if they don’t stop, I’m afraid it will lead to fatalities, Mia’s pleading finally made Asher gradually calm down, his gloomy eyes coldly stared at the punks lying on the ground and moaning, “Get out of here now!”

“You guys hurry up and go!” Fearing that Asher would backtrack, Mia immediately said to the group of punks.

Asher’s cold eyes instantly glanced at the punks falling across the ground, his icy aura instantly plunging them into a deadly silence, “You better get out of here or I’ll send you to the West.”

The group of punks immediately glared, hateful eyes looking at the man and woman in front of them. mia instantly pulled down her face, her frozen voice hitting the group of punks hard through the icy rain, “Don’t go away yet! Don’t you want to go to jail!”

Watching the group of punks quickly rise from the ground, rolling and disappearing from their sight, Mia then turned back to the man bathed in rain behind her, her gaze quickly leaping to a worried look in her cool eyes as she touched the puddle of blood at Asher’s feet.

She ran quickly to Asher and looked down to carefully examine the extensive wounds on his body, and when she saw the shocking wounds, Mia couldn’t help but yell down, “Asher! This isn’t the way you want to play with your life!”

Mia’s hands gripped his sleeves helplessly, her head resting on top of his stiff chest, two lines of tears involuntarily flowing down from her eyes, mixing with the cold rain.

Bemused eyes looked at the woman buried in her chest, a hint of warmth surfaced in her cold, cold eyes, but it flickered, remembering the injuries he was carrying, Asher’s arm that he had just raised, was hardened again, his voice as cold and compelling as ever, “Get out of the way.”

He now regretted saving this woman, that he had let her see her in such a sorry state.

Gloomy eyes looked to his arm that still couldn’t stop bleeding, his large, slender palm covering the blood-soaked wound.

Damn it! He’ll never let those people go!

Without waiting for Mia’s reaction, Asher straightened and brushed the woman in front of him aside, a cold face on his face as his tall body took a step forward in the rain, and just as he took a step, his tall body instantly shook.

Mia glared and quickly darted over to him, just before the tall figure fell to the ground, Mia used her own body to fight him off with a death grip.

Asher’s pair of cold eyes locked on the woman beside him as he struggled to get up off of Mia, but he had lost so much blood that the fight he had just had had used up almost all of his strength, and he struggled a few times before falling back down on top of Mia.

“Come with me if you don’t want to die here.” Mia calmly looked up at the wounded man, “You just saved me, I don’t want to owe you a favor.”

Asher looked into her determined eyes and slowly lowered his raised arm. Sensing his compromise, the corner of Mia’s mouth lifted into a smile, and her small body carried his tall body in step towards her place.

Just as Mia was almost running out of steam, they finally arrived at Mia’s cozy apartment that was filled with warmth everywhere.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Hands, bring them here.” Mia’s face was cold, her gaze cold as she looked at the man lying on his back on the bed, but there was a hidden concern under her eyes.

This time Asher didn’t object and dutifully handed over his injured arm.

Seeing his shocking wound up close, Mia’s lips pursed even tighter, taking antiseptic potion to wash the wound, pure white gauze gently wrapped around the injury, the whole bandaging process, although Mia was tightening a face, but her movements, but gently.

Asher’s cold, handsome face seemed to flash with a hint of pain, if anything. He kept looking at her, his eyes leaking a bit of confusion and bewilderment, and waited until Mia had taken care of the bruises on his arm, and he still looked at her in fascination.

The two men looked at each other in all directions.

Mia quickly looked down and scrambled to get her first aid kit together, and just as she was rushing to gather her things, a large palm blocked her next move.

Mia lifted her surprised gaze, and their eyes made contact again, a wonderful atmosphere flowed between them, and after a long time, Mia then found her voice, “You …”

“Your injury.” Asher swept a faint glance at Mia’s arm, and his raw voice showed a hint of concern. Always, he couldn’t argue with his own mind.

“That’s fine, that little injury used to be …” Mia blinked, only then remembering that her arm was also injured, she gave a flourishing smile and before she could finish her sentence she winced backwards, “Asher! What the hell!”

Mia hurriedly pulled her arm out of the large palm, only to see that the wound had long since been skillfully bandaged by Asher.

Asher swept her a faint glance and gave the sterile cotton in his hand to the side, then his bland gaze looked out of the window as if the man who had saved the day was not him.

Mia looked at the side of his handsome face, and her eyes couldn’t help but float with a puzzlement.

What kind of a man is this?

Sometimes he lived like a demon from hell who only inflicted pain on her; but other times, he was like a patron saint who cared for her …

She was beginning to wonder which was the real him.

Sensing Mia’s confusion, Asher hurriedly turned his head, one pair of eyes looking around at her room. The eyes couldn’t stop a pair of sword brows from tightening as they saw the small suite of less than sixty square meters in front of her, and her face was full of frost.

This woman, living in a place like this?

Mia shook her head, ignoring his somber gaze as she struggled to help his tall frame into her bedroom, already dripping with tired, fragrant sweat and panting heavily after placing him gently on the bed.

Looking around the modest suite, Asher’s cold eyes finally settled on the woman in front of him, “Why do you want to give me back?”

“What?” Mia was so busy working on getting the shoes off his feet that she was surprised for a moment that she didn’t react to what he was actually saying.

Asher’s eyes turned more somber and he increased his tone, “Last time, Claude gave me the bank card you returned. I told you, my woman, I don’t treat it badly.”

Deep eyes, instantly deepened at the sight of Mia’s blood-stained shirt, and lips pursed into a straight line.

Noticing his gaze, Mia then looked down at the blood on her body and gave him another deep look, “What I deserve, I’ve gotten, now what you should be thinking about is your injury. This isn’t a hospital, I can only give you emergency measures, and I don’t think you can go to the hospital or back to Jun’s house in this condition.”

Asher lay there on the big, soft bed, looking down at her bemused little face, his hands hanging over the bed unable to resist clenching and tangling the sheets, his hazy eyes fixed on his wound.

Then, with that, he began to stiffen up and try to get off the bed, and he had just moved a few times when his brow furrowed tightly.

Seeing his lifeless actions, a wave of anger quickly surfaced from Mia’s heart and her whole body was surrounded by the flames of rage. A pair of small hands was given great strength at some point, hardening the tall body and pressing it back into the bed.

A pair of eyes leaping with angry flames, staring deadly at the man on the bed, gritted her teeth and said: “Can you give me some peace! How dare you show off after being so badly injured! You think you’re a civet cat with nine lives!”

“You’re actually in charge of me now?” After being pressed back into bed by Mia, Asher’s face turned even harder, when had this little woman even dared to speak to him like that?

Mia handed him a glass of water and said without a good-natured smile, “A few punks are just a few punks, do you need to fight so hard? Besides, he let others beat you up, and you just stand there and let them do it?”

Asher’s eyes frosted over, but a warmth rose in his heart as he looked steadily at Mia, who was busy.

“Since you’re injured, stay in bed, a patient should behave like a patient!” Without saying a word, Mia stiffly wrenched Asher’s arm to the side with a toughness he had never seen before.

The original …

It’s a nice feeling to be so cared for …

The warmth in Asher’s heart rose, and the lines of his taut mouth, gradually began to soften. He actually obeyed and lay back down to wear it, watching Mia quietly.

Only then did Mia withdraw her arm, waiting for the coldness to dissipate from her face, but using a burst of unease and shyness, “You …”

“Fighting and protecting women is what men are supposed to do, and if you ever take it upon yourself to use your arm to file a rapier or something again, I won’t let you off the hook!” Ink-black eyes glanced at Mia’s wound and an unbearable anger rose up from his heart.

This woman, she’s actually using her arm to block the knife, she’s just desperate!