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

at me" She maneuvered around him to turn off

it off. I can't." His hands were terrible. They hard to be aching,

clean you up. Let's talk about this." She took a step toward him, speaking carefully

as he looked at her like he was just now realizing who was in

and cigars pungent on his tongue. "Kylan, let's go clean you up,

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 good. So real, he mumbled into

he keeps saying things like that? What was going on in his head? Why did he think she had been dead? Whose blood had he

you're injured. I need you to listen to me and let me take y she pulled his face away from her

to your bathroom" Gently,

I need to clean. I need to clean" He let go of her and began flitting around his kitchen, picking up stray bits of garbage as he went. "I need to clean, I need to. I

She watched him. He was broken and it was terrifying. She had 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 This was more than she was capable of handling alone. She knew she

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, stopping at the number

sound of her CFO's voor was

"Katrina? Is everything alright!"

He's

her head. "No, no Fm afraid no. It is Kylan, Sir. He's Well he called me while drunk. He's scrubbed his hands raw, and he keeps talking about l-blood on las hands and telling me I her eyes and trying to hold herself