Chapter 20 Unable to Stop
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After she came to her senses, Amy hastily took the jacket and put it on. The jacket scratched the wound on her back, causing her to gasp from the pain.
Mike did not expect to see such a scene when he came in. Contrary to his nature, he blushed for a moment. Then, he resumed his habitual indifference and calmness.
He entered the room and looked at the blood on the napkin. "Your back is hurt too. I'll help you with the wound on your back."
"No, thank you..." Before Amy could finish her sentence, Mike interrupted, "Are you sure you can handle the wound on your back by yourself?"
Amy remained silent. It was indeed very difficult for her to deal with the wound by herself. She was not able to clean up all the glass residues. They might cause inflammation.
Amy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. In fact, many male doctors perform surgeries. Gender had nothing to do with treating a wound. She just needed to regard Mike as a male doctor now.
Just like she checked him once.
After some deliberation, Amy decided to let Mike help her deal with the wounds on her back.
She glanced at him quietly and whispered, "Mike, please turn around and wait for me to call you, then you turn back again."
Mike turned around as requested. Amy quickly took off her jacket and covered her chest firmly with it. Then she quietly lay down on the bed.
"You can turn now." Hearing Amy's voice, Mike turned around. And when he saw several bloody wounds on her satin-like back, he frowned.
He thought he was too kind to Jude. He should have cut him into bits.
Mike had experienced so many things. Injuries were very common for him and he became more capable in dealing with the wounds than many doctors. After disinfecting the tweezers, he quickly removed the glass residues from her back.
He cleaned the wound with the alcohol. He then dipped the tip of his finger into the ointment and gently applied it on to the wound.
She must admit Mike's ointment really worked. The wounds on her back were very painful indeed. However, it felt cool and comfortable after he applied the ointment. It didn't seem to hurt so much.
Amy’s head started to hurt. As the pain started to wear off, tiredness struck her and she even fell asleep.
Mike ran his finger over her delicate, smooth skin. But he quickly retreated his hand because it felt like an electric shock.
He set the ointment aside, and then asked, "Do you like it, Amy?
The only reply he got was her soft breathing sounds. Mike looked down and saw that Amy had fallen asleep. He took the pajamas he had bought and put them on her.
His hands accidentally touched her chest and he felt a cluster of flames instantly burn in his lower abdomen.
It seemed that Mike could not control himself when Amy was around. He was afraid that he would do something impulsive if he stayed there. So Mike wanted to leave.
As he reached the door of the room, he heard a whimpering sound from behind.
Mike's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He turned around and then walked to her.
Amy seemed restless and tears rolled from the corners of her eyes. Her shoulders shuddered, and she looked really sad.
"Amy, don’t cry." She choked with tears and her lips twitched. She murmured over and over again, "Mom, I don’t cry. I’m very strong."
It felt like something had exploded deep in his heart. He was torn apart.
Looking at her, he could no longer control himself. He wanted to step forward and hold her tightly in his arms, soothe the grief in her heart with everything he had.
Mike held her steadily in his arm. He didn’t know how to console people, especially women. He patted her back in a clumsy manner and said, “Don’t cry.”
"I don’t cry, I don’t cry." Though she said that, she kept crying. Her tears fell on Mike's chest and his heart ached.
"Amy, I will not let others hurt you again," Mike spoke gently, with a sincere and firm expression on his face.
Amy was completely immersed in her own grief. She was in a deep sleep and couldn’t hear what Mike was saying. All she knew was that her father had sold her, and her mother had left her forever, her brother might never wake up again.
She was used to pretending she was strong. However, in her dreams, she wanted to cry uncontrollably.
Amy wept more and more and Mike had no idea what to do. He had been in business for many years and he had experienced a lot of things, but he had never seen anything like that before and he was in a state of panic.
He didn't like her tears. He bent down to kiss away the tears at the corner of her eyes. They were cold and salty. He kissed away from her tears little by little.
He wanted to kiss her more. His lips followed the trail formed by her tears and moved a little downwards. He passionately kissed her petal-like lips over and over again.
It felt amazing and he was unable to stop. The door to the room was suddenly opened. Steven broke into the room angrily and when he saw what was happening he couldn't stop screaming, "What are you doing?"
Steven swung his fist like a madman looking at Amy’s swollen face and the wounds on her body.
As his fist was about to make contact, he retreated it. He could never beat Mike.
Even if he wanted to, he could never compete with Mike. But he won't let him take Amy away.
"Mike, what have you done to Amy?" Amy was awakened by Steven's voice, and she frowned, "Steven, how did you come here?"
"Tell me, Amy, what did Mike do to you?" Moments ago, he saw Mike was kissing Amy.
Amy was confused, "Steven, Mike saved me. What else can he do to me?"
Steven was dumbstruck. Amy must have fallen asleep and must not have known Mike kissed her.
Mike was powerful. Steven was afraid Mike could kidnap her.
Steven stepped forward. He grabbed Amy's hand and begged restlessly, "Amy, let's go home please?”
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