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

him to turn off the water again

There 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

Let's. Let's go clean you up. Let's talk about this." She took a step toward him, speaking carefully in hopes of sedating him even

he looked at her like he was just now realizing

hands, 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?

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 good. So real, he mumbled

in his head? Why did he think she

you to listen to me

to your bathroom"

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

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 needed help. "Kylan, T'm going to make a phone

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 she needed and calling it vosor was instantaneous.

of her CFO's

"Katrina? Is everything alright!"

He's

he called me while drunk. He's scrubbed his hands raw, and he keeps talking about l-blood on las