Kill Me, Heal Me

Chapter 48 Men and Their Hidden Feelings

Belle Ye was taken back to the underground city club, but instead of going to the PR Department or back to the dormitory, she was taken to a mansion near the club. When being dragged out of the car by Ethan Mo, Belle Ye tripped on her feet and stumbled, but Ethan Mo acted like he didn’t see it. He grabbed her hand and took her to the elevator.

The atmosphere between the two people was horribly quiet. It was like calm before the storm. There was a turbid suffocation in the air. She bit her lips tightly and kept her head hung low. She dared not see the man. Then, the elevator stopped with a ‘ding’, the door opened from both side. Ethan Mo grabbed her inside.

“Ouch.” he grasped her wrist too strong that she felt her hand was paralyzed. She snapped, “I can walk by myself. Let go.”

Ethan Mo finally let go of her hand.

He looked back at her with his deep and dark eyes. She was uncomfortable. Her skin was covered with goosebumps. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

After a moment, he turned around and continue walking inside. Belle Ye had to keep up with his pace. Before going in, she secretly glanced at the door and found that it had double security system, card and fingerprint. It was easier to go in than to come out.

Inside, the living room was spacious and dark. The windows were tightly covered with thick curtains allowing no light to penetrate in. if the air was not filled with cigarette and wine’s scent, people would think that that placed had long been abandoned. It was half true. Ethan Mo rarely came here. He only came here whenever he needed a quiet place to be.

It was strange.

There was a nightclub next door, but his quiet mansion was built right beside it.

There was only a coffee table, a wine cabinet, and a black leather sofa in the living room. It looked empty and dark. Coupled with the gloomy atmosphere, the living room was inexplicably suffocating.

Dark concealed most of Ethan Mo and Belle Ye didn’t know why he brought her here. She could only hope that he would not punish her so bad this time. She couldn’t think of nothing but punishment.

Ethan Mo walked to the biggest window in the room and pulled the thick curtain open. It made a screeching, distorted sound. Then, the moonlight lighted up the room. The light was cold and dim, but it was enough for Belle Ye to see him clearly.

Why didn’t he turn on the lamp?

Just when she was thinking about it, he went to the porch and turned the light on. She subconsciously raised her hand to block the light form her eyes. Her eyes narrowed and her body stiffened. She even took a few steps back.

“Take off your clothes.” Ethan Mo ordered coldly. This time, he was only two steps away from her. She immediately took a few steps back again.

Now that he met her again, Belle Ye was still as sickly as she was last time. She looked like a crushed straw which was boring for him. But, her reaction was still as tactful and agile as ever. The wrinkles between her eyes were ironed.

Belle Ye dodged his eyes. Other than that, there was no other movement.

Ethan Mo, what did he want to do?

He said coldly, “Take off your clothes. Don’t make me say it again.”

Her face turned pale. Her fear of Ethan Mo was imprinted deep in her heart. This time, she didn’t even have the courage to refuse. She pulled down the zipper of her jacket.

Inside, she was wearing the clothes she wore earlier today.

Belle Ye took off all of the clothes in her body until there was only two left. Her hand was at the bra hook. With one stiff movement, she untied the hook and the bra fell off her shoulder. Her bare chest was now exposed along with her slender neck and soft skin. If the ignored the ferocious red whip marks on her skin, this scene was enough to turn any male into a thirsty wolf.

Compared with being fully naked, her half covered body gave off more mysterious charm.

Ethan Mo’s breathing got heavier.

In that silent moment, no one said a word, but they could hear each other’s breath clearly. Belle Ye clenched her fists. She was ready to whatever he tried to do next.

But, in the end, she was surprised.

Ethan Mo stepped forward to her direction. He was so tall that she was only his around his shoulder tall.

When he raised his hand, she immediately closed her eyes, but unexpectedly his warm palm covered the scar wound. His movement was gentle like feather. Her body trembled in electric shock. The next moment, she was scared away by his words, “Is this Lewis Qiu’s doings?” he was looking at the whip marks.

Belle Ye’s face was full of embarrassment, but the humiliation slapped her harder.

She couldn’t read his mind, but she was clearly rejecting his kindness.

Ethan Mo shrugged it off and took her to the sofa. After she sat down, Ethan Mo went to the tall wine cabinet. He was looking for something inside the drawer and when he came back, he had a medicine box in his hands.

Belle Ye was looking straight at it.

What happened next was surreal. She was afraid to believe it.

Ethan Mo was giving her a medicine.

“If it hurts, you can shout. You gasped when I grabbed your hand, didn’t you?” the noise hater Ethan Mo just asked her to shout.

Did she dare to do that?

Well, she dared not. She sat up straight. Every cell in her body was tense. She let him take the cotton swab and smear it on her scar. He was not too light nor harsh. He did it just right. It was unusual that he had a medicine box at home. He even had a special ointment for scars.

It was cold because the ointment was minty. It was her first time seeing a good smelling ointment. She liked it. Her slender fingers took the bottle. It was made of ceramic instead of plastic. The little bottle looked like a decorative art sold at street stalls in the scenic spots.

After applying the ointment, her scar was cold and comfortable. It was better than the ointment she used before. Belle Ye was in trance. She didn’t know why Ethan Mo bring her here. He angrily brought her here and she thought she was going face another humiliation and abuse, but she didn’t this to happen

She was lost deep in her mind that she didn’t realize he already stopped moving. She looked up and stared at his deep eyes. He was staring at her bleak face, at the floating sorrow that no one knew.