A Cue for Love
Chapter 104

Chapter 104 Bear The Consequences

Samuel was worried about Natalie’s injury. Never in a million years did he expect her to refuse his help so coldly.

Nevertheless, his arm snaked under Natalie’s knee and lifted her in a bridal carry before walking toward his car.

“Samuel Bowers! Let me go right now! Hey! Are you even listening to what I’m saying? You jerk! You clearly hear me screaming in your ear, so why are you pretending not to understand?”

Samuel cast a casual glance at Natalie. “So what if you agreed to stay away from me? You may have made that promise to Yara, but I didn’t promise her anything.”

Upon hearing that bold statement, Natalie was so surprised that she was at a loss for words.

“You-”

“Think of it as me forcing you to stay in my life. Don’t worry. I’ll bear the consequences for doing so.” Samuel’s eyes shined brightly with hope. He then continued, “Now, be a good girl and stay still in my arms. You’ll lose more blood if you keep wiggling around, and I can assure you that losing blood will worsen your suffering during the recovery process.”

Natalie was used to getting injured.

Even so, she could not help but fall for his kind gesture.

At the same time, she was annoyed at herself for having mixed feelings; she had already decided to cut ties with Samuel, yet she still yearned for his care.

“Don’t order me around with that mocking tone of yours!” she eventually scoffed.

“Save all that anger for after you recover. You can yell and hit me then, but for now…” Samuel then glanced down at her, his gaze soft with affection as he spoke with a low and gentle voice. “Please don’t resist me. I’m worried about you…”

A lump lodged at the back of Natalie’s throat.

I’ve made a lot of harsh remarks toward him. Still, why is he not giving up on me? Why is it that even though he shares a complicated relationship with Yara, I still feel like he only cares about me?

She pondered while opening the car door. It was then that a different thought struck her mind. “Wait a minute. Where’s Sophia? And where’s my little one? Where’s Xavian-”

“Relax. The kids will be fine now that Billy is around to look after them,” Samuel reassured.

Natalie lightly nibbled her lower lip after hearing that.

At last, there was no reason for her to refuse Samuel’s help. She let go of her hand and allowed him to carry her onto the passenger seat.

Samuel promptly leaned over to fasten the seat belt for Natalie, making sure to avoid her wounds.

He moved with great caution like he was handling the world’s most delicate gem.

Natalie obediently sat still while fixating on the man who did all this for her.

Am I hallucinating? When will this seemingly perfect dream end?

Samuel gave one last assuring glance at Natalie before heading to the driver’s seat.

He kept silent throughout the drive but accelerated as he wanted to have Natalie’s wounds treated quickly.

In less than ten minutes, his Hummer pulled up at the entrance of a private hospital.

When getting out of the car, Samuel carried her once more.

“You do know that only my arms got injured, right? My legs are fine…”

“I know.” A mischievous glint flitted past Samuel’s eyes as he went on. “But I want to hold you, so quit moving around and worsening your wounds, or I’ll kiss you in public.”

Natalie froze. “Y-You…”

“You’re more than welcome to test the waters if you don’t believe that I’ll actually kiss you.”

Of course, Natalie did not dare to challenge him on this matter. So, she could only compromise.

Even though blood gushed from many open wounds on her arm, she felt comfortable and safe in Samuel’s warm embrace.

At the emergency room, the doctor used a pair of scissors to cut open Natalie’s sleeve so he could treat her wounds.

Three jagged cuts trailed at different areas of her arm. Each had slashed into her pale skin varying depths, and they had not stopped bleeding.

Her now clotted blood clumped parts of her flesh and tattered skin together into a gooey mess.

“Miss, I’m afraid you’ll need stitches to close these wounds.”

“Alright. Go ahead, doctor.”

As the doctor cleaned and stitched the cuts on Natalie’s arm, he was surprised to see how the latter had not made a sound or even flinched once.

He raised his eyes and looked at Natalie, curious about how high her pain tolerance was.

It was not long before Natalie noticed the doctor’s confusion and spoke. “I’ve suffered from injuries that are far worse than this, so I don’t really feel much pain as you’re stitching me up…”