Chapter 222 - Penthouse

"You… you are so insensible." Stella could only sulk as she didn't have any reply to his sarcastic remarks. 

"Thank you so much, Ma'am. Now, if you don't mind telling me, where can I find a first aid kit in here?" Instead of being angry, he asked her with a faint smile.

It was then she realized that he was still holding her foot while pressing on the wound to stop it from bleeding out too much. 'I did the right thing by choosing him as my assistant.' She thought to herself, giving him an annoyed look. 

Stella rolled her eyes at his lack of response, but still pointed next to the headboard of the bed. "Do you see that flower?" She asked him while pointing towards a painted black rose. After getting a confirmatory nod from him, she continued. "Press that portion with a little bit of force and a section will open. It's somewhere in there." She explained it to him while he continued to gaze at her with a complicated expression. 

"No wonder you shifted from that old castle to this penthouse. I would have done the same thing." He added as he took her hand and pressed it against the wound. "Don't move it until I say so." He asked as nicely he could at the moment before heading towards the direction she had pointed earlier. 

A minute later, he returned with a first aid kit to his previous position and went down on his knees again. It was then Stella realized that he had been sitting on the floor all this while. She was never raised to treat her guests this way. Even though he was her employee, but at the moment he was more of a guest at her place. 

"I am so sorry that I didn't notice it earlier. Why are you sitting on the floor? You can drag that chair to over here." She apologized to him right away after realizing her mistake. But it wasn't her fault that she forgot her manners after seeing her foot bleeding out. 

"I am fine." David declined her offer and settled down on the floor, this time crossing his legs. He propped up his left knee and placed her foot on it so that he could have a better view of her wound. 

"You can let go of it." He instructed her. Before he could place his own hand over the wound, the sudden decline in pressure made it bleed again. 

Stella began to panic as she saw a dark patch on his dress pants which was, without a doubt, her blood. "I am so, so sorry." She apologized to him and pulled her foot away, not wanting to dirty his clothes anymore. But even after using much force, she could barely move her foot away from his knee as he was holding it firmly in its place. 

"Stop moving, will you? I am trying to have a better look at it." David frowned when felt her foot move within his grip. "The gash is not that big, but it's a bit deep which explains why it is bleeding so much." He stated after he was done examining her wound. He shifted his gaze to the first aid kit and removed the lid of the transparent acrylic box. 

He took out a small bottle of an antiseptic and some clean cotton. He pressed the cotton against her wound as to absorb excess blood. After he was done wiping the wound, he took some more clean cotton after putting down the one he had just used. 

"This might hurt a bit." He murmured softly, but loud enough for her to hear after he had dipped the cotton in the antiseptic liquid. 

Stella hissed through her teeth as he pressed the dipped cotton against the wound. She bit down on her lower lip, trying her best not to cry in pain as he began to clean the wound. She was trying her best to act strong before his assistant but her teary eyes betrayed her and didn't let her do so. 

A lone tear travelled down her cheeks and dropped on the back of his hand with which he was holding her foot in place, making him to look up. 

"I didn't know that my new Boss cannot stand such a little amount of pain." He gave her a smirk as he tried to divert her mind from the pain. He himself how much cleaning a simple gash with some mere antiseptic hurt. 

"What little, you moron?" Just like he had predicted, Stella lost her calm and yelled at him. "Can you be a bit gentle? Or will it hurt you?" She continued to scold him. "Of course, it will. What better way to take revenge on your Boss than put her through some pain, right? Is this your way of making me pay for asking you to join right away? Or I made you stay back at the company way after office hours. Wait! I didn't do that. You stayed back on your own. I even asked you to leave, that too a couple of times." She pursed her lips in a pout. 

"I know why you are doing this. I dragged you here at this hour for some mere document when you were about to return to the comforts of your home." She continued her ranting, forgetting about the burning sensation.

"All done." He spoke up, making her to shut her blabbering mouth. 

Stella shifted her eyes from the top of his head to her own foot which was now covered in a white bandage. She furrowed her delicate brows. 'When did he do all of this?' 

"I have applied an ointment before covering it with some plain cotton so that it won't get on the bandage. All you need to do is keep changing the dressing daily and keep your wound dry until it is fully healed. Since it's a bit deep, it may take some time." He spoke up, bringing her out of her own thoughts. 

"Umm… ahh… thanks." She meekly added while scratching the back of her head. She didn't know what else to do besides thanking him. It was then that it struck her like a lighting bolt. She had ruined his pants. 'You better fix that up.' He subconscious reminded her. She could imagine it standing right before her with a ruler in her hand, glaring some knives at her. 

"And, I apologise for ruining your dress. Please let me fix that. I may have something you could change into." She offered him politely only to be turned down by him, again. 

"I don't mind it. You can just give me the document you needed me to deliver and the address to which I need to deliver it." He stood up from the floor after carefully placing her foot on the bed.

"Do you have some cleaning staff?" His sudden question startled her. 

"Ah… not now. They come in the morning when I leave for the office, so that would be tomorrow." She replied to him after coming back to her senses. She saw him frown for God knows what reason as his eyes lingered over the scattered shards of glass. 

"Hey, careful." She yelled at him when she saw him walk up to the carpeted area on which the shards rested. 

"I am right here, why are you yelling? I can clearly hear you?" She saw him giving her an annoyed look. 

"Don't worry, I won't do the sweeping for you. I am just going to roll the carpet as all of the shards are on it. But I will still check the floor for you, your highness." He added the last part with a smirk, stressing on the words 'your highness'.

Stella just shrugged in response and continued to sit on the bed as she watched him work. He rolled the carpet carefully and settled it next to the wall so that she wouldn't end up tripping over it.

When he was done cleaning out the mess she had made, she finally told him about the document. "There's an envelope on the dressing table. Don't you dare open it. Just deliver it to the address which is mentioned on top of it." 

"Okay." He replied to her with a blank expression. 

Just as he was leaving the room after picking up the brown envelope, Stella stopped him. "I will see you out." She spoke up as she tried to move her foot and get down from the bed. She was just trying to act a bit nice towards him since he had helped her out so much. But who knew that the man would end up scolding her in return for her kind gesture. 

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