Billionaire's Mistress

Chapter ５

Leanna's point of view

In the advanced private room 2605, Cecily was entangled by a drunken guest.

I received the notification and quickly went to deal with it.

"This gentleman insults others, Miss Leanna." Cecily instantly went in front of me and told me with a disgruntled expression.

"I invited you to join me for a drink, dammit. I hold you in high regard. Come by shortly." The drunken male guest lay on the sofa, holding a bottle of alcohol in his hand, and yelled incoherently.

When I realized this, I stretched out and drew Cecily behind me. I reassured her by patting her on the shoulder. Then I turned to face the inebriated visitor, "Sir, you are inebriated. You should lie down and rest. Don't consume any more alcohol."

"Drunk? I'm not inebriated. Come on over here and lie down with me to rest." The man abruptly sat up straight and reached out his hand to grab my wrist.

My hand was grabbed by him, and a wave of nausea washed over me. "Sir, please let go," I said as I fought to break free.

"No, what can you possibly do to me?" He lowered his gaze and sounded pompous.

"Manager, I'll call the security guard right away," Cecily said right away.

"Wait a minute, help me first..." I wanted to stop her, but I wasn't sure if she was too terrified. She bolted rapidly.

When the male guest noticed a man fleeing, he pointed to me and said drunkenly, "One is on the run, while the other is on the run. Then you can enjoy yourself with me."

He dashed towards me .

I was terrified at the time. To evade the onslaught, my body subconsciously dodged back. But I was too focused on avoiding to stand still. My high-heeled shoes were tossed aside. My feet hurt so much that I couldn't stand up straight and my torso sagged.

It's dreadful!

I cried in my heart, bracing myself for the impact of striking the earth.

But... I should have fallen to the floor, but the next second I leaned on a "wall." To be exact, it was a wall with temperature.

Stunned, I turned to check what was going on behind me, but the male guest had already turned his mouth towards me.

I was about to be kissed since I couldn't hide. Suddenly, a large hand behind me came out and smacked the male guest across the face. The male guest got slapped in the face, staggered a few steps back, and landed on the edge of the sofa next him.

"Who is going to hit me?" The male guest strove to stand up straight and view the person in front of him, but his legs became weak as a result of his drinking, and he fell back straightly.

I turned around, afraid, to look at the man standing behind me. The man was likewise staring at me, and our gazes locked. For a little while, I felt compelled to exercise caution. It felt like being hit by a powerful current.

"Do you want to be my housekeeper if you're going to be harassed by such people?"

"I..." I opened my mouth to say something, but my mind wasn't prepared to confront him.

"Go." He reached out and placed his warm huge palm around my freezing hand, which had gone cold from fear. He had me in his grip and was going to leave.

I noticed Cecily and the security officers as soon as I arrived to the entrance. Cecily's face was surprised, "Miss Leanna, Mr. Edmund..."

"That man was beaten by me. Let him come to me directly if there is an issue." In the midst of everyone's surprise, Edmund dropped this statement and drew me aside.

When we got inside the elevator, Edmund continued grabbing my hand.

When the elevator door closed, it was only me and him standing side by side in the small area.

I didn't say anything to him. Everything was quiet. The only thing that was beating was the number above the elevator door.

My small heart was racing all the time, and my sprained foot was hurting tremendously.

To avoid putting pressure on the afflicted foot, I shifted my weight to the uninjured left foot.

It was a very small movement, but because he was holding my hand, he was able to perceive it.

He gazed at me with his head turned. His voice was powerful. "Wounded?"

I didn't expect him to notice. In awe, i nodded gently.

"Where?" He inquired once more, this time in a softer voice and with less obvious worry.

"I just sprained my foot," I spoke gently, my gaze avoiding his.

The elevator door opened immediately after the voice, and the top floor arrived.

I raised my foot to hobble out, but before I could, the man encircling me hauled my entire body up, and my head lay against his chest. A subtle cologne scent came into my nose, making me feel both remote and familiar.

I slept with this odor for many nights three years ago.

I strained to jump, terrified by his unexpected action.

"Do you want to stumble and sprain your other foot?" He whispered a warning in my ear.

In an instant, I allowed him to embrace me, but my heart pounded wildly, as if it could leap out of my chest at any moment.

He escorted me out of the elevator and into the presidential room.

Oarlan's point of view

I was eating breakfast when I noticed this and was taken aback.

"Go grab yourself an ice bag." Mr. Edmund sat Leanna down on the sofa and looked at me.

I went to the fridge to get the ice bag. I was wondering whether to give Leanna the ice bag. Mr. Edmund had extended his hand.

Before I could react, I noticed the president crouching on the ground with one leg bent, squatting in front of Leanna in a half-squat position, carefully taking the high-heeled shoes from her injured foot, and then applying the ice bag.

What exactly is going on?

Mr. Edmund even knelt in front of a small servant and applied cold packs to her.

I can't believe what I'm seeing!

Leanna's point of view

"Hiss..." The sudden chilly sensation caused me to shake slightly, and my formerly heated and aching ankle felt considerably more comfortable.

"Are you still hurting?" When I looked up, his piercing black eyes, like precious gems, shone a direct light on me.

For a half-second, I was caught in his eyes, nodded, then realized something, shaking my head quickly, "No, it doesn't hurt so much, OK, it's much better."

“Oarlan” Edmund raised his head and gazed at Oarlan, who remained in a stupor.

"Yes, President," Oarlan quickly remembered.

"Please come here and hold it." Oarlan approaches with a glum expression.

"No need... Just help myself..." I'm not going to annoy anyone. After all, they have nothing to do with my injury. Edmund's series of reactions have made my little heart unbearable. Now his assistant is involved to help. I'm really sorry.

Oarlan, on the other hand, ignored my words and stooped down to take the ice bag from Edmund.

"It doesn't matter, Oarlan. I can..." "Weakly," I said.

"Sit tight." It's a pity that Edmund didn't give me a chance.

Although I was very upset, I leaned on the back of the sofa and sat down.