Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 74

Chapter 74

Katrina forced herself to walk further into the kitchen, coming in a stop next to him. She first looked at his profile, frowning when she saw how anterly exhausted he clearly was. The dark circles that had progressively been getting worse throughout the week, were now a terrible, deep purple beneath his eyes. She could make them out perfectly, even with the glasses that sat on his face.

His brow was furrowed, his eyes trained on his hands, and a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead, though his penthouse was cold if anything. She shifted her attention to his hands too, and she gasped. water

"Kylan! Kylan, what are you doing?" Tears immediately sprang to her eyes, and she moved to turn off the scalding hot wa

His hands... His hands were red and raw. So raw, she worried he had actually managed to break through the barrier of his skin. He was scrubbing them incessantly with a brush and she wondered just how long he had been standing at this sink.

As soon as the water was off, Kylan fixed his eyes on her and glared. "I wasn't fushed." His voice was low, hoarse, and his words were slurred together.

He was drunk. Very drunk. Hicheeks

es were flushed almost as red as his hands, and she frowned at him. "Kylan, what are you doing? Come with me. She gently coaxed him away from the sink, taking hold of either of his forearms and attempting to steer him away:

"Isaid I wasn't done" He pulled his arms away from her and turned on the water once more, resuming his scrubbing. "I have to get it off. Can't you.. Can't you see it? There's. So much blood, I have to be clean. I have to get it off." He was frantic, his chest heaving and his hands trembling terribly

hands. Kylan, please look at me" She maneuvered around him to turn off the water again and

is blood on my hands! There's their blood. I can't get it off. I can't." His hands were terrible. They hard to be aching, screaming in agony,

up. Let's talk about this." She took a step toward

looked at her like he was

holding her close to him. She winced, the smell of whiskey and cigars pungent on his tongue. "Kylan, let's go clean you up, okay? Let's get

You're here. You're okay. You're not. You're not dead" Kylan pressed his forehead to hers and then his face sank into the side of her neck. She could feel him inhale a deep breath. "God, you smell so

head? Why did he think she had been dead? Whose

injured. I need you to listen to me and let me

your bathroom"

to clean" He let go of her and began flitting around his kitchen, picking up stray bits of

never seen him like this. Not like this. Not so out of control, so hurt that she could practically feel the anxiety rolling off him in waves of unmasked agony and grief

hallway, pulling her phone out of her pocket and noticing how much her hands were truly shaking. She took a deep breath and fumbled through her contact list,

sound of her

"Katrina? Is everything alright!"

He's

me while drunk. He's scrubbed his hands raw,