My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Catching Feelings

Editor: Henyee Translations

Damien followed her gaze and looked down. The moment he saw the blood staining the sole of her shoe, his expression darkened. "What happened?"

"I think I stepped on a nail." Cecelia leaned against the wall and carefully bent down, intending to take off her shoe herself. But the pain was intense. Balancing on one foot wasn’t exactly easy, either.

Before she could continue, Damien stepped forward and steadied her by the arm. "Don’t." His tone was firm. "This place is filthy. If you pull it out here, the wound could get infected."

"But if I leave it in, I can’t walk." Every movement sent a sharp stab of pain through her foot. Still trying to stay calm, Cecelia said, "It’s fine. It’s only a small injury."

She reached for her shoe again.

The next thing she knew, the ground disappeared beneath her feet.

Damien had picked her up. Completely.

"Stay still," he said. "I’m taking you to the hospital."

Caught off guard, Cecelia instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Their summer clothes were thin. Far too thin. She could feel the strength of his chest beneath his shirt, the hard lines of muscle beneath warm skin, and the faint scent of pine lingering on him—clean, crisp, unmistakably masculine.

Her heartbeat instantly went haywire.

Other than her father and brother, no man had ever carried her before. The unfamiliar intimacy left her utterly flustered.

Truthfully, Damien wasn’t faring much better. She was lighter than he’d expected. Softer, too. It was like holding a cloud. At such close range, her skin looked impossibly fair and flawless. His throat suddenly felt dry.

For a brief moment, their eyes met. Then they immediately looked away.

Feeling guilty for causing trouble yet again, Cecelia spoke softly, "You really don’t have to take me to the hospital. It’s not that serious." She hesitated. "Just put me down somewhere clean. I’ll pull the nail out myself. A clinic would be enough."

Damien ignored her entirely. Without slowing down, he carried her out of the warehouse.

Outside, Ryan still had Kevin pinned to the ground. He appeared to be enthusiastically educating him on the consequences of poor life choices. Kevin’s miserable screams echoed across the abandoned factory yard.

The moment he saw Cecelia being carried out, his eyes lit up.

"Cecelia!" He struggled desperately. "Help me! Tell him to stop! I know I was wrong! Please, have mercy!"

Apparently, Kevin still believed she was the type of woman who would feel sorry for him.

He couldn’t have been more mistaken.

Cecelia didn’t even look at him. Instead, she buried her face against Damien’s shoulder and tightened her grip around his neck. "Let’s just go."

A black Mercedes luxury van was parked outside the factory. Cecelia didn’t know much about cars. But even she could tell it was expensive. She blinked. Another luxury vehicle? How many did this man own? Wasn’t he just a model?

Damien opened the door one-handed, settled her inside, then climbed into the driver’s seat.

The engine started smoothly.

Feeling increasingly guilty, Cecelia tried again. "You really don’t need to take me to the hospital." She glanced toward Ryan. "Your friend is still outside. I don’t want to keep causing trouble for you."

Damien shot her a cool glance, then calmly drove onto the road without answering.

The hospital was packed. Patients and visitors flowed continuously through the outpatient building.

Damien carried her inside.

Everywhere they went, people stared.

Cecelia knew perfectly well who they were staring at. Which only made her more embarrassed. Unable to meet anyone’s eyes, she buried her face deeper against his chest.

Following directions from an unusually enthusiastic nurse at the information desk, Damien eventually found the emergency treatment room.

The doctor examined Cecelia’s foot before looking up. "What’s your relationship to the patient?"

Both Damien and Cecelia fell silent. It was a nail injury, so why did that matter?

After a brief pause, Damien answered, "Family."

The doctor nodded. "Go register her first." He glanced at the computer. "If she doesn’t have a hospital card yet, make one and put down a hundred-dollar deposit."

The moment Cecelia heard the words deposit and registration, she instinctively tried to stand. "I can do that myself—"

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