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Yan Wushuang struggled to open her eyes, looking around at the familiar place, but the only difference was that there were many more things here, and what was this on her face? There were several messy tubes stuck in her hand, and it hurt so much...
Wushuang wanted to pull out the syringe from the back of her hand, but as soon as she slightly raised her arm, pain shot through her entire body. What happened to her? Why did she feel so uncomfortable lying here?
"Don't move; you have wounds all over your body. If you move around, it will pull at the wounds on your back, and it will hurt a lot," Shouya said as he returned to the room after stepping out for a moment, noticing that she had woken up and was trying to remove the syringe.
Wushuang looked at his familiar face; it was him. She remembered seeing him once before but didn't know much about him or even who he was.
"Who are you? Why did you save me? What are these things?" Wushuang weakly gazed at him. He was very handsome, giving off an aura that made one want to get closer.
"My name is Shouya. Strictly speaking, I am a doctor, and you are my patient. These are all medical instruments; there's no point in explaining too much since you wouldn't understand. Just focus on resting," Shouya replied. He was always eager to communicate with beautiful women, and she was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful patients he had encountered in recent years.
"Thank you!" Wushuang had been lying on the bed for quite a while now, and this position made her whole body numb. The bloodstains on her back were just beginning to scab over, and she was covered in them. There was nothing she could do but lie there and sleep.
Shouya immediately informed Rafas that Wushuang had woken up. He had been feeling disgusted by Smith Annie's presence but upon receiving news of her awakening, he set aside his work and instructed Mike to prepare the car for an immediate return to the castle.
Yan Wushuang lay on the bed unable to move, feeling numb and uncomfortable all over. She really wanted to change to a more comfortable position, but any slight movement sent pain shooting through her back, nearly making her cry out.
Rafas hurried back and immediately saw her restless form on the bed. A powerful aura approached her; Wushuang, thinking it was Shouya, slightly raised her head only to meet his sharp, deep black eyes.
His angry expression filled Wushuang with fear. The memory of his blood-red eyes still lingered in her mind. Terrified, she closed her eyes tightly; she couldn't imagine what other methods he might use to torment her. She was already exhausted; the best outcome would be for him to end it all.
"Does it still hurt?" Surprisingly, instead of tormenting her, Rafas offered an unexpected concern.
Is this demon crazy? How could he say such things to her? Asking so gently—she couldn't forget that she ended up like this entirely because of him.
Wushuang kept her eyes shut tight, pretending to be sound asleep. Rafas ordered someone to come in and remove some unnecessary instruments while sitting by the bed, his gaze fixed intently on her: "Stop pretending. If you want your jade pendant back, you better recover quickly."
The jade pendant! Wasn't it shattered by him that night? Why would he say that? Could it still be with him?
"Give me back my jade pendant; it's my possession!" Wushuang mustered up the courage to look at him. If the pendant was still there, did that mean she still had a chance to go home?
"Your possession? Hahaha, how ridiculous! Even you, Yan Wushuang, belong to me, Rafas. In the end, isn't everything of yours also mine?" He laughed heartily; this woman was so eager to leave—after all, she had no chance this time.
"You... hmph!" Such a detestable man! If she ever got the chance, she would definitely kill him.
Wushuang had just woken up. Her body was already weak, and after speaking only a few words, her small face grew increasingly pale, with beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She was in pain, almost every part of her body hurt, leaving her with no strength to engage in any verbal sparring.
At night, the Female Surgeon gently changed her bandages. After two days and nights of treatment, her wounds had improved significantly. She tried to slowly turn over, but as soon as she moved, the pain brought tears to her eyes.
In the following days, Shouya stayed in the castle to take care of her. It wasn't that he didn't want to go back; it was just that Rafas wouldn't allow him to leave, ordering him to stay by her side because he had matters to attend to in Cocoxili.
The large-scale sale in the UK had greatly displeased the Italian Mafia. He knew this was Rafas's merchandise, and Smith Will was his father-in-law. They were clearly collaborating to monopolize the market in the UK—what a naive thought!
Kogura, the head of the Italian Mafia, personally called Rafas to discuss matters in Cocoxili.
He left for three days. During his absence, Wushuang could rest peacefully, but she couldn't stop thinking about her jade pendant. Without it, she couldn't leave this place. As long as she remained in this world, he would surely find her.
Her physical wounds healed day by day, but the wounds in her heart expanded with each passing day. Looking out at the free sky and the birds soaring above, she sometimes wondered why Heaven made her a human. She would rather be a small bird than live like this.
Shouya watched her lonely figure standing by the window. He had heard some things about her from Faisal; it turned out she was a princess. No wonder she possessed an aura that ordinary people lacked, and even her fragrance was unique. It was a blessing for him to know such a beauty.
Rafas was negotiating with Kogura in Cocoxili, but both sides held firm to their positions and ended up parting ways angrily. The negotiations in Cocoxili ended in failure, creating animosity between the North American Mafia and the Italian Mafia.
That night, Rafas flew back to Las Vegas on a private jet. The helicopter landed in the castle's courtyard, and Rafas stepped out of the cabin with an angry expression. The servants saw their master’s furious demeanor and served him cautiously, not daring to breathe too loudly for fear of provoking him.
In her room, Wushuang stood by the window every day gazing at the blue sky. When Rafas returned to the castle, he headed straight for her room. Seeing his dark expression told Shouya that the negotiations had not gone well.
With a loud bang, he pushed open the heavy door of the room. Wushuang's shawl slipped from her shoulders at the sudden noise. Turning around and seeing him back made her anxious feelings return. For some reason, she felt increasingly afraid of seeing him; just thinking about his blood-red eyes made her tremble with fear.
Rafas approached her step by step while Wushuang retreated step by step. What did this devilish man want?
He didn’t follow her but instead sat down beside the bed and said with a smirk, “Come here; let me see how you’re recovering!”
He was like a ticking time bomb; it was uncertain when he would explode. He seemed calm now, but who knew what thoughts were brewing in his mind? Therefore, she refused to approach him—she wouldn’t go near him even if it meant death.
“Come here…” he shouted impatiently again, but she remained frozen in place at the corner of the room.
“I’ll count to three; if you don’t come over by then, I’ll have Mike kill that old man at the cemetery!” This was her Achilles' heel; he enjoyed using this threat against her.
The old man at the cemetery must not be harmed; he couldn’t hurt him. If it weren’t for that old man showing her how to return home, she wouldn’t know what to do at all. Seeing his serious expression made it clear he meant what he said because Shouya had told her that he had cut off both hands of the manager who exchanged money for him that day—and Mary too; due to her negligence, he actually… actually…
I'm sorry, Mary. If you can hear me from beyond, I hope you can forgive me. I really didn't know that bastard would blame you for everything. I'm so sorry...
The kind manager had his hands cut off, and Mary was ruthlessly murdered by him. As for that old man, he was just a frail old man; she couldn't let him hurt anyone else.
He had already started counting, and she walked toward him step by step, looking at the cold mask on his face and thinking about the ugly scars beneath it. Yes, he was a devil, a devil that crawled out of hell.
Rafas impatiently watched her move at a snail's pace; it seemed like she had taken years to cover just a few steps. Wushuang lowered her head as she approached him, not daring to meet his gaze, nervously tugging at the corner of her clothing, waiting in confusion.
She seemed to have lost quite a bit of weight after not seeing her for a few days, but now that she could sit and walk, she should be recovering well. His sharp eyes scrutinized her, and something within him began to react; he had never had self-control when it came to her.
"Take off all your clothes. How can I see if your wounds have healed with all those layers on?" She knew this man would never let her off easily.
Wushuang bit her lip, recalling the kind and gentle face of the old man. It was because of her presence that they had suffered one after another; she was a sinner, the worst person should be her!
"What? You won't take them off? Then don't blame me for being rude to your grandfather." Rafas's eyes were fixed on her delicate face, watching her struggle in pain, torn between sacrificing herself for a stranger.
Taking a deep breath, her small hands slowly began to unbutton her top—one button, two buttons, three... The top slid down onto the carpet. Next came the chiffon knee-length skirt; in no time, she was left with only two pieces of underwear to cover herself. But Rafas still wouldn't let up; his sensual thin lips coldly uttered one word: "Strip!"
Tears welled up in her eyes and swirled around before finally falling down. When she removed the last piece of fabric from her body, Rafas's eyes lit up as he gazed at her once fair and tender bare back now marred with intersecting scars.
"You're recovering quite fast. It seems Shouya is taking good care of you." As he spoke, he stood up and moved closer to her. Seeing him approach filled her with an inexplicable fear; she nervously closed her eyes to avoid looking at him, hoping this would lessen her terror.
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