Adriana pov
I glare at that bastard as he is not leaving my hand. I hate when someone touches me, specifically a man. Finally, that bastard left my hand once Mr. David told him to leave me. He left my hand, and l also removed the blade from his neck.
I noticed blood drop from his neck but he doesn't even care for it. What can l expect from a heartless person? I took the medicine and cleaned his wound. I put a little force while cleaning him from anger and put bandages around his wound.
He continued to glare at me and looked at me angrily like he would eat me alive. After l completely treated his wound, l stood up after glaring at him to leave.
David:“Dr. Adriana”, he called me from behind. I stopped at my steps and waited for him to tell me.
David:“Is everything okay with his health
