The Villainess Married The Evil CEO-Chapter 41: She Forgot!

Abigail swiftly turned around and glared at the man. "Absolutely not! You’re still injured!"

"It’s not bleeding anymore. Let’s go." Nicholas showed his hand and indeed, bleeding had stopped.

She looked at the injury as a frown crossed her forehead. She wanted to say something when her husband distracted her with something else.

"C’mon, we have to leave for the meeting."

Ah, yes. The meeting! How could she forget?!

"Oh, my God!" Abigail raised her hand to her mouth in shock. "We aren’t late, are we?"

Nicholas said nothing and grabbed her wrist, dragging her out of there. Just when he was about to exit, he turned sideways and glanced at the receptionist coldly. Her gaze sent a shiver down the lady’s spine, but before it could make her tremble, the man turned around and walked out of the lobby.

Abigail tried to stop him by pulling her hand out, but his hold was firm. And he was even using the hand that he hurt. So she didn’t dare to use too much force and let him drag her however he liked.

When they finally sat inside the car, in the backseat, she turned over and looked at the man’s hand carefully. Only when she saw the injury was closed did she relax her shoulders.

Thank God, there’s no blood.

Nicholas looked at her for a moment before turning toward the driver. His voice remained as cold and indifferent as ever as he said, "Back to the hotel."

As the car started driving, Abigail finally realized how strangely she acted in the last half hour. Not only did she get anxious over blood, she also made a fool out of herself right in front of her husband!

Not that she wanted to portray her best face. She had already shown him her worst. So there was nothing that could ever—okay, who was she kidding? Of course, she was still worried about her image in front of the man!

She had already destroyed a garden twice and his lobby once! What must he be thinking?!

So she opened her mouth and timidly clarified, "I fear blood."

"En." Nicholas only stared at his laptop that he turned on God knows when.

"I really didn’t mean to yell at you." The more Abigail tried to clarify, the more she felt like she was merely making things worse.

Nicholas’s hands paused for a second before continuing. He acted as if he never heard her words even for a second.

"I promise to take care of it once we return!"

The man again didn’t take her words seriously and continued typing.

Abigail looked over at her husband and pouted. She turned over and crossed her hands over her arms, staring outside the window. There was an awkward silence between them that even the driver could tell. He briefly glanced back only to see his boss’s cold and icy gaze, turning toward him.

The driver instantly returned to driving, feeling a cold sweat on his back.

They reached the hotel soon. Abigail belatedly realized that she had momentarily forgotten about her new found friend, Asher. Her eyes widened as she slapped her forehead dramatically. "How can I forget about him?! Did he think I was rude?"

All the good mood that had accumulated within Nicholas’s heart vanished without a trace with that sentence. His eyes squinted as he got out without a word. He briefly looked at his hand and unwrapped the cloth.

His hand was stained with dried blood, but the injury was already on the verge of healing. So he shrugged it off and threw the scarf on the dustbin on the side before entering the hotel without even waiting for Abigail to follow him.

The latter didn’t even realize that she said something wrong. Even if she did, she wouldn’t care sh*t about it. Instead, she would stand in front of her husband and do something to make the man even more irritated.

Thus, it was better that she was unaware of both of their peaceful lives.

She hurriedly got out of the car and rushed inside. After heading toward her room, she finally knocked on the man’s door and waited outside with a trace of guilt in her eyes.

Asher had come because of her. How could she forget about him? She should have dragged the man toward the hospital with her in the first place!

In the process, she had forgotten completely about her dear husband’s injury and that she had vowed to take care of it in her heart. She solely focused on reducing Asher’s (imaginary) anger toward her.

A familiar blond man opened the door from the inside and leaned over the frame, looking at the woman without any expression on his face. At this time, he had just gotten out of the shower and was merely wearing a bathing robe such that the front part of his chest was visible clearly to Abigail’s eyes.

There wasn’t a single trace of hair on his chest. Instead, it looked smooth and sexy in a sense.

Abigail swallowed and found it hard to avert her eyes.

Damn, did she really create this handsome character?! How could he be so handsome, ah?

No, Abigail, you’re married! Don’t look!

She coughed and moved her eyesight away with extreme difficulty.

"What’s up?" Asher noticed her eyesight, but he didn’t move, and neither did he make an effort to fix his appearance.

At the moment, he was feeling conflicted. His face indeed turned slightly hot after seeing her gaze directed at his chest, but then again, he also knew that this woman had eyes for all handsome and attractive men. Basically, she was a face-con.

Abigail regained her composure and asked, "You aren’t angry that I left you alone, were you?" She scratched her head and said, "It’s like... I never wanted to leave you alone, you know? It’s just the situation..."

"Don’t worry," Asher smiled understandably and said, "It’s completely normal for women to take care of her husband’s injury. So I’m cool. Ain’t I here on a vacation? I’ll enjoy myself whether with you or alone. So cheer up, yeah?"

Abigail frowned as her eyes widened. "Damn! I forgot about my husband’s injury."

"Didn’t you take him to the hospital?" Asher tilted his head, realizing something must have gone wrong at the hospital, and it might entirely be this woman’s fault. What kind of ruckus did she create again?

For some reason, he felt intrigued by that thought. He was curious to know, but he wouldn’t ask it directly. It wasn’

t his place anyway.

Abigail shook her head and said, "I gotta go again. I’m sorry!"