His Deadly Desires

Chapter – 9

In the afternoon…

Ashu Davies glanced at her bag placed on the table and let out a slight sigh. Hunger pangs gnawed at her, and she also needed to use the bathroom. However, there was no one around to assist her. She bit her lip and summoned her courage, determined to get out of bed and make her way to the bathroom. Just then, the room door creaked open, and an elderly woman entered with a trolley.

The old lady greeted Ashu politely and approached her bed.

"I am your caretaker for today. Please feel free to ask for any assistance you require."

Ashu Davies sighed and nodded, offering a faint smile. "I need to use the bathroom."

The old woman helped Ashu and guided her to the bathroom. Meanwhile, she began arranging the dishes from Ashu's lunchbox onto the trolley. Ashu watched her silently, a speechless expression on her face.

That man was truly shameless—he wanted to eat her lunchbox every day, but at the very least, he shouldn't take it and arrange it in front of her.

Curiosity filled her, and she couldn't resist asking the old woman, "Tell me something."

"Yes, madam?" the caretaker responded.

"Who instructed you to come here?"

“It’s me.”

The sound of a deep and pleasant voice filled the room, and Ashu's gaze turned towards the door. "Oh no! Not again," she thought.

Laksh Wilson approached her bed, and the old woman excused herself after greeting him. "How desperate you are to talk about me!" he exclaimed.

"I am not dying," Ashu retorted, pursing her lips and deliberately looking away, as if completely ignoring him. He grinned and leaned closer to her, studying her eyes, which were pointedly avoiding him.

"But I am dying," he murmured, his voice low and carrying a suppressed emotion.

Ashu Davies turned her head and met his deep, blue gaze. His voice held a strange feeling within it. "I am dying to eat your lunchbox," he winked mischievously and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the handle of the trolley. "Don't stare at me. Eat your dishes."

He began eating from her lunchbox, leaving behind the special and delicious dishes.

Why?

"Do you want me to feed you? I am fine with it," he offered, reaching for the spoon. However, Ashu swiftly grabbed the spoon before he could take it. He looked at her, puzzled.

"What?"

"I can eat," she replied, still not making eye contact. They began eating their meals side by side. She was lost in her thoughts, while he chuckled, thoroughly enjoying her company.

Ashu Davies glanced at him when he received a phone call and left the room to answer it. His strong back faced her, and she couldn't help but stare at him without blinking. She found herself intrigued by this man, but she kept forgetting to ask him about his identity. He was standing in the same room, not far from her, and his deep, low voice resonated in her ears.

"Yeah… So?... I don't want any delays, not even for a day… Okay, set it for 2 am. I'll take a look at it. Prepare the documents before the meeting… No, I'll personally visit the site…. Yeah."

The conversation seemed brief but serious. He was continuously giving instructions, showing that he held a higher position in the company.

Ashu swallowed and let out a slight sigh. He was young and handsome.

How could he be both superior and elegant at such a young age?

"I think you dislike the food," he turned back and remarked to her.

"No, I really like it," Ashu replied.

Laksh Wilson raised an eyebrow and sat beside her to finish the remaining food. "If you don't like the dishes, you can ask Mr. Jo to change the cook or whatever you want," he suggested.

"No, that's not what I meant."

"Then why aren't you eating properly?"

"I'm not accustomed to such dishes, and..."

Laksh Wilson looked at her, his smile slight. "Look at me."

She slowly turned her gaze towards him.

"Am I hesitant while enjoying your lunchbox?"

She shook her head slowly.

"Then you can have mine," he winked at her and began eating. Ashu Davies couldn't help but smile slightly. He was adorable when he spoke. She had encountered many people who tried to seduce her, but he was different. He seemed content with understanding her, teasing her, and laughing with her. She had never seen that lecherous gaze in his eyes.

Laksh Wilson finished the lunchbox and glanced at her, lost in her thoughts.

"Think less about me. It's dangerous," he smiled and hurriedly left the room.

Ashu Davies smiled slightly and shook her head, sighing softly.

No, it seemed he wasn't dangerous at all.

After having lunch, she drifted off to sleep, something she didn't intend to do. When he returned after concluding the meeting at four o'clock, he saw on the monitor that she was soundly asleep, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen.

Jo Gu entered the cabin and found the young man fixated on the screen, his gaze unwavering. "Aren't you going to visit the site?" he asked.

Laksh Wilson let out a sigh and turned off the monitor. "Is it necessary?" he asked, looking at Jo Gu.

"You requested it, so the committee was informed about your visit. If you wish to cancel, that's fine," Jo Gu replied, walking closer to the table.

Laksh Wilson stood up and grabbed his coat.

"Why didn't you just say it directly?" he said as he put on his coat. Jo Gu smiled.

"Take care of her. I'll be back soon," Laksh Wilson instructed.

"I understand," Jo Gu responded.

Laksh Wilson left the cabin, while Jo Gu settled onto the couch and resumed his work.

Ashu Davies opened her eyes to a beautiful evening.

"Good evening, madam," the old lady greeted her, bringing her back to the present moment.

"Good evening," Ashu replied. The old lady went to open the curtains, revealing the warm glow of the setting sun.

"How are you feeling now, madam?" the old woman asked, concerned.

Ashu Davies sat on the bed and tested her strained ankle.

It was better than before, and she felt that she could walk, though not easily. It was enough to leave this building and hail a taxi to go home. She slowly stood up, declining the old woman's offer to help. It still hurt, but she was determined to leave. She walked out of the room and was astounded by what she saw.

The hallway was adorned with light blue and grey colors, spacious and truly elegant.

"What is this? Where am I?" she asked in a daze.

The old woman, carrying her bag, turned her gaze toward the room. "Madam, how can you joke like this? Don't you know where you are?" she asked with a smile.

Ashu Davies couldn't bring herself to ask another question. She looked at the door of the elegant cabin and headed towards it.

The sliding door opened, and she stepped out of the chairman's office. Many eyes stared at her with amusement and curiosity, but no one asked or said anything.

The old lady helped her out of the ward, and they waited for the elevator.

“Miss Davies”

As the elevator arrived, Ashu Davies heard her name called from behind. She turned and recognized the familiar face of an old man.

"Oh, Mr. Jo, I apologize for leaving without informing you. I forgot," she said.

"No problem," he responded, glancing at her strained leg.

"Are you okay? Can you walk?"

"Yes, of course. I'll go home; otherwise, it will be late, and I won't be able to find a taxi."

"Why don't you wait a little while? Sir would be upset if he found out," Jo Gu suggested.

"I'll handle it tomorrow. For now, I should leave."

"Alright, I'll arrange a car for you."

"No, please. I'll manage. I'm sorry for the trouble, Mr. Jo."

"It's okay."

Jo Gu wanted to stop her, worried about Laksh Wilson's reaction when he returned and found out she was leaving in her current condition. But Ashu Davies thanked him and smiled as she retrieved her bag.

"Take care and get home safely," Jo Gu said.

Ashu Davies nodded, turned away, and started walking, despite the pain, towards the street where she could find a taxi to take her home. However, as she remembered the cost of the taxi, her face paled, and she came to a halt. She probably didn't have enough money. She decided to walk a little farther until she could find a taxi, but it was clear that she couldn't walk for long or quickly. Nevertheless, she remained determined, refusing to lose hope, and continued walking slowly.

As Ashu walked for five minutes, exhaustion forced her to pause and seek support from a nearby street light. Sweat trickled down her forehead as she glanced back at the headquarters gate, which remained tantalizingly close. Overwhelmed, she made the decision to contact her savior. Retrieving her phone from her purse, she anxiously scrolled through her contacts, searching for his number. Uncertainty gnawed at her as she hesitated, considering his potential involvement in a critical operation.

Questions lingered: Should she call? Would he be free?

Just as she poised her finger over the green symbol, a sudden and unexpected force swept her off her feet, suspending her mid-air.

A startled scream escaped her lips, but the mysterious man continued to hold her tightly, preventing any escape. As she slowly lifted her gaze to meet his face, her eyes widened in astonishment and disbelief.