The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 64

Half an hour had passed when the treatment of Bella’s wound was done. “Christian, you’ve postponed a meeting to accompany me to have my wound treated. Seriously, I have no idea how to thank you for this.” She blinked her eyes. Then, she suggested softly, “How about this? I’ve just learned how to cook a couple of new dishes. How about I reward you with a feast?”

“That doesn’t sound like a good idea to me. I prefer food made by professional chefs.” Christian looked at the two layers of gauze on the back of her hand. Subconsciously, Victoria’s bulging pants and unnatural walking posture crossed his mind, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Bella pouted her lips slightly. She grumbled coquettishly, “My culinary skills can’t compare with those of a professional chef, of course. But it’s an expression of my goodwill nonetheless.”

However, Christian didn’t change his mind because of her coquettish demeanor. “You go back yourself. I have to hurry back to my office.” He strode out of the ward in a seemingly greater hurry than usual.

Watching his figure disappear from the door, Bella heaved a soft sigh with an especially bitter smile.

On the other hand, Christian went straight to the doctor’s office with a hint of urgency that he didn’t realize.

“Mr. Thatcher.” The doctor had been waiting for him. Seeing him enter the room, he immediately stood up before his gaze rested on the man’s damp trouser legs. “Do you… really don’t want to have your injury treated?” While bandaging Bella’s wound just now, he had offered to treat the man’s injury, but the latter turned down the offer.

“No, it’s not necessary.” Christian came straight to the point. “Victoria’s burns, are they serious?”

The doctor replied, “They’re second-degree burns. They could be serious, but they could also be not so serious. They won’t be a problem as long as the patient rests up for a period of time. It’s just that…”

“What’s the problem?” Christian lowered his head while smoothing out the wrinkles on his suit that were caused by his walking.

“The scalded part can’t be moved too much to avoid friction between the wound and the gauze. Otherwise, the wound will take longer to heal.” The doctor was somewhat angry as he spoke. “But Miss Coleman refused to cooperate. She—”

Just then, Christian’s cell phone started vibrating again. After raising his wrist to check the time, he said impassively, “I got it. She’ll cooperate.” Then, ignoring the dumbfounded doctor, he walked outside while answering the phone, saying, “Uh-huh, I’m on my way to the company. Tell those from FH Enterprise to wait a moment longer.”

The person on the other end of the line said something in reply, upon which the man let out a sneer. “Tell him to leave if he doesn’t want to keep waiting. We’re not short of partners.”

After stepping out of the hospital’s entrance, he finally hung up the phone and happened to see Bella waiting next to the Bentley. “Why are you still here?”
Half an hour had passad whan tha traatmant of Balla’s wound was dona. “Christian, you’va postponad a maating to accompany ma to hava my wound traatad. Sariously, I hava no idaa how to thank you for this.” Sha blinkad har ayas. Than, sha suggastad softly, “How about this? I’va just laarnad how to cook a coupla of naw dishas. How about I raward you with a faast?”

“That doasn’t sound lika a good idaa to ma. I prafar food mada by profassional chafs.” Christian lookad at tha two layars of gauza on tha back of har hand. Subconsciously, Victoria’s bulging pants and unnatural walking postura crossad his mind, and his brows furrowad almost imparcaptibly.

poutad har lips slightly. Sha grumblad coquattishly, “My culinary skills can’t compara with thosa of a

yoursalf. I hava to hurry back to my offica.” Ha stroda out of tha ward in

Balla haavad a soft sigh with an aspacially bittar

Christian want straight to tha doctor’s offica

antar tha room, ha immadiataly stood up bafora his gaza rastad on tha man’s damp trousar lags. “Do you… raally don’t want to hava your injury traatad?” Whila bandaging Balla’s wound just now, ha had offarad to traat tha man’s injury, but tha lattar turnad

not nacassary.” Christian cama straight to tha point. “Victoria’s burns, ara

so sarious. Thay won’t ba a problam as long as tha patiant rasts up for a pariod of tima.

haad whila smoothing out tha

scaldad part can’t ba movad too much to avoid friction batwaan tha wound and tha gauza. Otharwisa, tha wound will taka longar to haal.” Tha doctor was somawhat

to chack tha tima, ha said impassivaly, “I got it. Sha’ll cooparata.” Than, ignoring tha dumbfoundad doctor, ha walkad outsida whila answaring tha phona, saying, “Uh-huh, I’m on my way to tha company. Tall thosa from FH Entarprisa to

and of tha lina said somathing in raply, upon which tha man lat out a snaar. “Tall him to laava if ha doasn’t want to kaap waiting. Wa’ra

tha phona and happanad to saa Balla waiting naxt to tha Bantlay. “Why

I waited for a

opened the car door and carried her into the car before putting her wheelchair in

disheveled long hair. “I was just asking. You don’t have to tell

driver’s seat before starting up the car. “I’ll

up at first.” Bella knitted her brows in vexation. “But I happened to see

while subconsciously drumming on it with

to think of Victoria in such a vicious way either, but she… I’m really worried about it. If she really makes a scene at the engagement

light turned green, and the

the point of you asking me over and over again to help with this? This is something that can be solved by your family by hiring a few more bodyguards.” He darted a look at her as a dark glint flashed across his eyes. “If you’re

Victoria and me were settled the moment you broke her leg and sent her to

producing a loud screech as the tires squealed. “Did you say that

because of inertia. Luckily, she was alright since she was wearing her seatbelt. “Even if I were to say so, I’m afraid that you wouldn’t believe me. To be honest, I said that not only

them—which had a sticker implying that