Daddy, don't flirt

Chapter 390: Don’t Be Afraid

She goes back to the villa in the wheelchair with unease. The servants are busy in their own things and don’t notice her.

Walking after her, Ryan doesn’t go forward. He knows Jamie who dislikes him with even memory loss will not easily trust him.

He is too anxious.

At the moment an accident happens.

The servants wipe the china in the villa every day to keep them spotless.

A servant is wiping the china at the stairwell of the second floor but all of a sudden the china slips and falls.

Jamie is right underneath passing by.

“Ah!” The servant is shocked and throws the cloth away. She covers her eyes with hands and is too afraid to see what’s going to happen.

Bam - Bang -

The porcelain falls on someone and then drops on the ground. The sound is harsh and clear.

Then the servant takes her hands away and leans forward to look down. Jamie who would have been hit by the porcelain is safe and sound and held in arms by Ryan. His white shirt is stained with blood but he still holds her tightly.

Jamie freezes, staring at Ryan’s handsome face close to her. Obviously he’s bearing the pain. How can he stay intact after being hit by that heavy porcelain?

She didn’t expect him to fend off the china for her especially after she had a dig at him in the yard.

When Jamie saw the china falling, it was too late and there was no chance for her to dodge. It’s hard for her to move in a wheelchair.

She never imagined Ryan would protect her with his body.

She seems to...have seen this before.

Jamie’s eyes are filled with confusion. She looks uneasy. It seems she can’t hear anything at the point and is lost in her mind.

“Jamie, don’t be afraid. I’m right here,” Ryan struggles to say something to comfort her thought he himself looks more painful.

Jamie still freezes and doesn’t even know when the servants have bound up his wounds.

The servant on the second floor is still numb with shock. With such a huge mistake, she thinks she is going to get killed. But...

The servant turns to look at the person behind her, and says in terror, “Miss, Miss Twelve, it’s not me, it’s really not me...”

It was Twelve who had thrown down the china in her hands. It’s not her, it’s really not her. She doesn’t want to die!

Twelve casts to her a sympathetic look and crosses her arms. She watches the mess downstairs and a smile appears on her lips, “Relax. I will give you a sum of money. You are a big help today.”

The servant shakes her head promptly, “No, no, no. Miss Twelve, I don’t want anything and know nothing. I will pack up and leave right now.”

“Ha ha, I like the smart people. Go pack up. See yourself out.” Twelve smiles contentedly and turns to leave.

With a sigh of relief, the servant thinks she survives, but beyond expectation, when she turns around, someone covers her mouth and nose and takes her away.

When Jamie comes to herself, she is already waiting outside Ryan’s room.

Twelve is back to the poker face. When she sees Jamie, she says contemptuously and coldly, “I can’t understand why Ryan saved you. He should have let you get killed.”

Jamie finds herself back and asks in a low voice, looking at her, “What do you mean?”

“What do I mean? I have never seen an ungrateful person like you. Do you literally believe you got ambushed because of Ryan?” Twelve says with disdain and anger, “If you were not being willful to take Myth ring, you would not have gotten hurt. What’s worse, Ryan was even involved in it!”

“What Ryan said is to take care of your feelings. But you distrust him. He should not have saved you!”

Jamie opens her mouth but doesn’t know what to say. What happened just now convinces her of Twelve’s words.

She has no doubt about what happened on the first floor.

How could Ryan plan that right after she made those sarcasm remarks to him?

Jamie knows it’s impossible and listen to Twelve’s words quietly without retort.

“Aren’t you eloquent? Why are you quiet now? You should have taken Myth ring by yourself. Why did you get Ryan involved? Please stop being willful!” Twelve sounds a bit desperate in her last words.

Jamie lowers her head and compresses her lips silently.

After a while, the doctor finally goes out of the room with a medicine cabinet.

“Doctor, how is he?” Twelve steps forward immediately. Jamie raises her head and looks at the doctor nervously.

“Miss Twelve, can I have a moment with you?” The doctor nods slightly and says.

With a glance at the doctor, Twelve understands what he means and walks away with him.

Looking at their backs, Jamie can’t hear what they say. She feels puzzled about something but the headache stops her from thinking.

Perhaps stimulated by the accident, Jamie’s head is aching terribly as if it would burst.

She holds her head in her hands and bends double in agony, gnawing her lips that are already bleeding but she still can’t stop the headache.

Twelve and the doctor are talking with their backs to her so they don’t notice her difference.

It’s a great while before the headache is gone. She’s in a sweat as if she just came out of the water.

Jamie lowers her arms and lifts her eyes that are clear again. She straightens up and leans on the chair with a long sigh of relief.

She turns around to anxiously look at Twelve who finished the talk with the doctor.

“How...how is he?”

Twelve sniffs and says reluctantly, “Not a big deal. Only a rib is fractured. Luckily the spleen is not hurt.” Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

ONLY a rib is fractured?

That’s not a big deal? Jamie is shocked and can’t understand how Twelve thinks. She looks at the closed door of Ryan’s room, and bites her lower lip, “Can I see him?”

“You want to go in? What are you going to do in there? To annoy him?” With a snort, Twelve is not as friendly as before. She opens the door, “Go back to your room. I’m afraid when he saw you, he would get annoyed by you again and his wound would get worse.”

And then, she shuts the door.