Back to Love: A New Beginning
Chapter 297

Chapter 297:

It happened all too suddenly. I looked up and was blinded by the dust falling from the ceiling of the room. In a split second, someone knocked me to the floor and, at the same time, I heard something collapsing. A hole appeared in the ceiling. The hole provided a dim light.

As soon as I turned my head, I was horrified. I was surprised to replace a 5-centimeter-thick beam where I was sitting. If it wasn’t for Alvaro, I would have been under this beam by now.

When he got on top of me, he stared at me, panting. I could sense a lingering fear in his quickened breathing.

“How will you repay me for saving your life?” he asked.

The thought of the near-death experience I had just gone through made me feel like I had lost the ability to speak. It took me a few moments to muster enough courage to speak again.

“Thank you,” I murmured.

“Is that all?” he replied, seemingly dissatisfied.

“What more do you want?” He was so heavy I could barely breathe. I tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge.

“You don’t have to repay me with your body. But the least you could do for me is give me a kiss, right?” he teased.

I was speechless. This man was still joking at a time like this. The gratitude I felt for him disappeared in an instant and I pushed him further.

“Let go of me!”

That’s when the door kicked open. Hunter and the others rushed in.

In a matter of seconds, several flashlights shone on us in an instant.

“Are you all right?” they asked, surrounding us.

“Boy, your leg! It’s stuck!” exclaimed Hunter.

He and the others rushed to lift the wooden beam off Alvaro’s body. I was startled by what happened, but Alvaro was acting as if nothing had happened. He was even smiling. After pulling the beam away, they lifted Alvaro off my body. Hunter’s flashlight illuminated Alvaro’s legs.

The moment I saw what was happening to them, I was horrified. His jeans were covered in blood.

“Boy, your leg is badly injured, but we can’t go down the mountain right now. What should we do?” said Hunter, sounding concerned.

One of the men interjected into the conversation and said, “I just checked what happened. There’s a tree in the backyard that fell and broke the roof beam. Young man, you are very unlucky.”

Unbeknownst to the others, the unlucky one was me. If it wasn’t for Alvaro saving me, I would have been crushed like a bag.

But to everyone’s surprise, Alvaro didn’t even flinch. He just smiled and said, “Don’t worry. It’s a superficial wound. Nothing more.”

Considering how bloody his pants were, it would be fair to assume that he must have been seriously injured.

“Mr. Diaz, do you have any hemostatic or a first aid kit, at least?”. I asked.

Hunter pondered for a moment. “I do have hemostatic powder lying around. I’ll go get it.”

I nodded in response. “I’ll try to keep him from bleeding to death.”

The others decided to carry Alvaro to the bed in the other room. One of them held Alvaro’s head, two of them were on either side of his waist and the rest were holding his legs.

Alvaro seemed to be amused at being carried like this. He burst out laughing and commented, “Guys, my legs still work, you know! I can walk by myself.”

One of them put on a stern expression. “None of us have any idea whether you’ve broken a bone or two, so it’s best to err on the side of caution, boy. You’re still very young.”

After replaceing the hemostatic powder, Hunter brought some boiled water and put a towel in my hand.

I accepted it without hesitation and set about cleaning Alvaro’s wound.

Even if he hadn’t saved me before, I wouldn’t have ignored him in a situation like this. Alvaro’s jeans were so tight that it was difficult to clean his wound.

“Mr. Diaz, do you have a pair of scissors?” I asked.

Hunter nodded and reached for the scissors. Once I had the scissors, I cut Alvaro’s jeans. Meanwhile, two of the men were standing by the bed and providing me with some light. I gently pushed aside his bloody jeans, and at that moment I saw that his leg was covered in so much blood that I couldn’t even make out where the wound was.

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