From Deadbeat To Doting; Something Is Wrong With My Husband!-Chapter 41: Sir, you’re bleeding! Let me take you to the hospital
On the other side of the city, Lucian had just come out of a coffee shop. He took a slow sip of the bitter brew, as his eyes narrowed with slight dangerous satisfaction.
Somewhere in his company, an entire boardroom was currently awaiting his arrival and the thought pleased him.
Bzzz. Bzzz.
It was Thomas. He had told him earlier to find out why his wife was attacked by reporters. Opening the text message now, [Sir, the public is attacking Madam because of a rumor that her husband is a ’useless, deadbeat spendthrift.’ They think she is being exploited and she’s covering it.]
Useless?
The word felt absurd.
Lucian’s brow creased. He had never considered himself useless in his entire life. He was a titan of industry. But as he stood there, remembering how his wife limped away from him in agony, he had to wonder: Was he useless to her? He had power, money, and influence, yet he couldn’t even give her a "morning kiss" without making her sick.
His dark thoughts were interrupted by a streak of bright pink.
A little girl bumped into him!
However, Lucian wouldn’t have felt anything if it weren’t for her pink attire that caught his attention. He turned to the little girl on the floor, who was staring up at him with her doe eyes.
Picking her up, Lucian gently cleaned off the dirt from her lovely dress. The little girl gave him a bright smile before continuing on her chase mission. It was only then he realized he hadn’t asked about her guardian or parents.
"Daisy!! Daisy!! Someone stop that girl!!"
Lucian was momentarily confused at the four bodyguards yelling and pointing towards him.
"She’s heading for the main road!! Stop her!"
Turning his head towards the little girl’s direction, she was indeed heading for the main road!
The bodyguards coming sideways were still too far and they were caught in the midday crowd. Without weighing the risks, Lucian dropped his coffee just as he walked off the curb. In long strides, it hadn’t taken a second to close the gap.
In one swift motion, he seized the girl and pulled her back onto the sidewalk. Her lightness was almost compared to his small wife. The thought had brought a delicate feeling to his chest; he hadn’t realized that a power bike was heading in his direction.
Meanwhile, the rider had just delivered his first package on time and was currently listening to rock music in celebration.
Closing his eyes, he was entering into the peak part he had played on repeat a thousand times before. That is an understatement!
He was pulled away from his moment of bliss when a loud blaring honk widened his eyes. In an attempt to dodge the car, he swerved his bike towards the sidewalk, but not before seeing a man holding a little girl at the edge of the curb!
The bike slammed into Lucian’s side with a bone-deep impact.
Without hesitation, Lucian twisted his body, shielding the girl as he was thrown backward.
His back crashed against the hood of the car that had swerved to avoid the bike.
Crack.
His head struck the windshield.
The impact was so hard, the rider jerked out from his bike and landed hard on the concrete.
Groaning, Lucian was back to reality by the cry of the little girl in his arms. He looked down on her, in a rasped tone, "Hush."
He didn’t have the patience for a tantrum; his senses had just been fractured.
"Daisy! My god, Daisy!" A terrified man rushed forward.
Taking the crying girl from Lucian’s arms, he checked her for injuries. Once he saw she was unharmed, he looked down at the man who had used his own body as a shield.
The man had stretched a hand forward to help. However, Lucian slowly sat up on his own. It was then he felt the blood rolling down the side of his head and ear.
"She’s fine. Don’t let her wonder about next time." Lucian had said, but one could tell he looked like he was going to pass out.
"Sir, you’re bleeding! Let me take you to the hospital."
"I’m fine," Lucian waved off, attempting to walk to his car. Thomas was already at the company and he had told his bodyguards to stay put in the car no matter how long he spent in the coffee shop.
"I am Marcus Thorne. Please, allow me to help you. You’re bleeding and the least I can do is save the life of the man who endangered his life saving my daughter."
Just then, Mr. Throne’s car pulled up in front of them. And the bodyguards from earlier stepped down, opening the car door.
Lucian had weighed his options logically; there was no way he could walk to his car. He was too disorientated.
"Fine."
...
Before Brianna could dial the number, her phone vibrated in her palm. The screen flared to life, illuminating her pale, composed face.
[Incompatible Husband]
Staring at the name for a long moment, her slender fingers remained hovering over the screen. Brianna was tracking the letters as if they were stains on her screen rather than a contact.
Why was he calling her now?
Had it been so long since he stole that kiss and dared to accuse her of being sexually starved?
Brianna could only interpret that Lucian thought she was a desperate woman starving for the scrap of an affection he didn’t possess.
Ridiculous.
She watched the light die, then exhaled slowly and began to dial the number she had originally intended to call.
But before the connection could be made, the vibration returned.
This time, she just swiped left.
...
"His wife isn’t answering her call," Assistant Shein whispered to his boss standing in the corridor of the hospital.
Marcus Thorne stood by the glass, wearing an unusually solemn expression. This man who usually controlled the media with a single word looked uncharacteristically shaken.
"He saved Daisy’s life. We will wait. We don’t leave until a family member arrives."
