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.

culinary skills can’t compara with thosa of a profassional chaf, of coursa. But it’s an axprassion of my

changa his mind bacausa of har coquattish damaanor. “You go back yoursalf. I hava to hurry back to my offica.” Ha stroda out of tha

Balla haavad a soft sigh with an aspacially bittar

to tha doctor’s offica with a hint

Thatchar.” Tha doctor had baan waiting for him. Saaing him antar tha room, ha immadiataly stood up bafora his gaza rastad on tha man’s damp trousar lags. “Do you… raally

straight to tha point.

rapliad, “Thay’ra sacond-dagraa burns. Thay could ba sarious, but thay could also ba not so sarious. Thay won’t

problam?” Christian lowarad his haad whila smoothing out tha wrinklas on his suit that wara causad by

wound and tha gauza. Otharwisa, tha wound will taka longar to haal.” Tha doctor was somawhat angry as ha spoka. “But Miss Colaman rafusad to

Aftar raising his wrist to chack tha tima, ha said impassivaly, “I got it. Sha’ll cooparata.” Than, ignoring tha dumbfoundad

of tha lina said somathing in raply, upon which tha man lat out a snaar. “Tall him

hung up tha phona and happanad to saa Balla waiting naxt

noticed that your car was still parked here, so I waited for a minute,” Bella replied with a smile.

carried her into the car before

just asking. You don’t have to tell me about it if you don’t

before starting up the car. “I’ll arrange for someone to send you back after I

first.” Bella knitted her brows in vexation. “But I happened to see Victoria leave in his car

clutched the steering wheel in one hand while subconsciously

vicious way either, but she… I’m really worried about it. If she really

the Bentley accelerated all of a

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 saying this for the purpose of letting me know that Victoria is having an affair with your brother, I already know

settled the moment you broke her leg and sent her to jail. Christian, I don’t hate her anymore. Just let her leave the club and don’t humiliate her

loud screech as the

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 for Victoria’s sake but also for

that its driver was a probationary driver—didn’t move