My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 130: Are You Hurt?

(Arata)

Miranda and Chan lifted my mood and spirit. Both of them joked and kept the conversation light. They avoided talking or asking me about the incident and I knew Karsten must have forbidden them.

"So, he called you guys to come meet me?" I asked, enjoying the chocolates Miranda had brought for me. The whole box was open in front to choose from.

Miranda helped me, seeing my hands were bandaged and one had a cannula on.

"Yes! I think he approves of our friendship now." Chan snickered from the chair nearby.

I smiled, more to myself, knowing he had kept his promise.

Soon after, the doctor came for an inspection. The middle-aged man had a friendly face and a comforting presence. Two must points for a good doctor.

"How are you feeling now?" The doctor gently asked.

"Much better, thank you." Miranda placed the box of chocolates away.

"So, Arata. Are you claustrophobic?" He asked with his tablet in his hand as if ready to click some boxes.

I nodded and told him how I had felt before fainting so he would have an idea. He jotted everything down.

"Just take antibiotics for a few more days and rest. Let your hands heal; no dipping them in water or lifting heavy objects. No typing on the phone, use voice messages. Use ointment I have prescribed on the neck and shoulders." He gave me a hefty list of instructions while writing an online discharge slip.

"Thank you. I appreciate how everyone took care of me," I answered, slightly relieved, and he smiled in understanding before furthering.

"Try to keep yourself relaxed. Do some mind-relaxing exercises because I don’t want to put you on medication for panic attacks."

"I know, I will follow your instructions." The room Karsten had given me had a fish tank instead of a wall, I knew that would help me relax.

Hopefully, there wouldn’t be any more abductions or attacks. Strangely, I just wanted to return to Karsten’s villa, go to my room, climb in bed with my many pillows and watch the fish swim by.

The doctor discharged me and left the room. Chan and Miranda hugged me one after the other.

"Take care of yourself and don’t worry about the office. We got you covered."

I thanked them for the visit, flowers and chocolates.

Once they had left, Caysir entered the room.

His ever-present smile was missing today as he gathered up my stuff.

"Are you feeling better, Miss Arata?" He asked in deep concern.

"I am Caysir, don’t worry." I offered him a warm and reassuring smile.

We settled in the car and I could still sense how grieved he seemed.

He never looked at me through the rearview mirror but kept his eyes on the road while saying.

"I feel like it’s all thee fault."

"I am good, Caysir. Only my hands got injured." I wriggled my hands, which had been freshly bandaged, and I appeared like a zombie.

"I am sorry, I wasn’t there to protect you. I feel like a failure," he lamented. But this wasn’t his fault at all.

"Don’t blame yourself. They should have been more careful about the security."

I stared at my hands, and the horrible memories of that man grabbing me resurfaced. I pushed them down not wanting to break down in front of Caysir. I would do it, once I was alone.

We arrived back at Karsten’s residence, and I knew he wasn’t home yet. The thought of him questioning that man made my stomach clench and not in a pleasant way.

Karsten could be scary, but to what length he could go to extract answers was beyond my understanding.

Asbela was waiting for me, uneasy and worried. Her eyes dipped to my hands and a concerned haw escaped her.

"Arata! I am so sorry. How are you? Olphi said that you were met with an accident."

I reassuringly smiled at the girl as she led me inside and up the stairs. Caysir fetched my stuff.

"I am good now. Nothing to worry about, just some bruises on the hands and neck. They will heal." I tried to dispel her worries.

Asbela helped me settle down in my room and changed into comfortable night garb from the stupid hospital gown.

She filled up the vases with water and removed the roses Karsten had brought for me, adding fresh flowers to them—the ones Miranda and Chan brought.

I told her to keep the blue roses Karsten had brought for me and not throw them away.

"I know how to make paintings and art with pressed flowers. I will make something beautiful for you. Don’t worry."

Relief settled in my bones as I relaxed against the soft pillows, resting my hands on the dolphin one which was in my lap now.

Once Asbela was done and I was comfortable she said, offering me a kind smile.

"I will bring you some lamb stew with turmeric powder. It will help you heal."

"I will appreciate that." I kept the pretending smile on my lips.

Once the door closed, I sunk into the softness of the bed and closed my eyes.

I missed my family; thoughts of Baba, Mom, Grandma and Zaylen crossed my mind, and I wished I could speak to them.

If only I could hear their voices, it would calm my disturbed heart. But my phone was with Karsten and he even knew my password.

Nothing and absolutely fucking nothing escaped this man.

What if he read the messages between Azul and me?

He would burn with jealousy, that was a given. After this incident, I knew my chances of ever meeting Azul were thin and fragile like wet tissue.

At least I could speak to him, unburden myself?

Right?

The screeching of tyres against the gravel had my eyes opening and turning my attention towards the window of my room. It offered a direct view of the breathtaking gardens and the main entrance.

Karsten’s other car had come to a halt and he emerged from it with a dead serious look on his face.

Something was off and my heart became agitated, extremely agitated.

Soon I heard his rapid knock on the door, followed by his deep voice. There was an urgency there.

"Arata, can I come in?"

"Yes!" I answered quickly, my eyes wavering towards the door. He opened and entered the room with a face set in stone.

My heart sank seeing him look all dark, cold and gloomy.

"Hey! How are you feeling?" He asked, staggering towards me. The surety in his steps was missing, replaced by something dark and almost feral.

He quietly settled down on the edge of the bed, near my legs.

And then I noticed the stains on his shirt, a few on his neck and even his face.

Blood, there was blood on him.

My first instinct was he had been hurt. So, without thinking, I hurled away the dolphin pillow, sprang forward and grabbed his face with my injured hands.

"Are you hurt?" I asked with my heart jumping into my throat as my desperate eyes scanned his face for the injuries, dying for his answer.