Donald's pov
I fixed my gaze on Trista, who was fast asleep in front of me. As soon as everyone had left, I undid her underpants and exposed her lovely curves.
There had to be some mention of her impressive physique. Even though she appeared to be slim, she actually appeared to be plump when she had dressed.
I stripped her down to her underwear and used a hot towel to clean her entire body. However, she made no response at all. As she squinted her eyes, she scowled sternly. It was like though she had a nightmare.
To keep the heat out of her body, I cleaned her body 32 times and replaced all of her clothing.
"Come on up," i called out.
There were a steady stream of visitors as soon as I finished my speech.
With Trista in my arms, I climbed the steps. I was pursued by a group of people in a hurry.
"Except for the back of the head, she have no wounds." My tone of voice conveyed a sense of serenity.
Doctors and nurses rushed to her aid, disinfecting her wounds and applying medicine.
"Don't, don't go...." As soon as Trista saw the doctor, she clutched her garments and moaned in pain.
When she finished, she took a long breath and remarked, "that aches...."
That's it! What the fuck did I do to Dr. Fabian? "a mess! Not even a teeny, tiny item can you manage!"
Then he went to Trista in person and administered the medication.
"Why did you do this to me.... Why...." she grasped my garments and looked terrible.
What's going on? What happened to her?
"Ira, go and investigate." I turned around and ordered.
Trista's point of view
The automobile came to a screeching halt. As the black automobile hit me, I was so afraid that I woke up from my dream.
The ancient drapes drooped in the opulent bedroom, and the Middle Ages style could be seen in every corner of the room. Culture and a sense of history come together in this setting.
"Miss, are you awake?" the maid gently said as soon as she spotted me waking up.
"Who are you?"
"I'm your personal servant, and my job is to look after you."
'Where am I?'
It's known as "the Pagoda House."
the Mansion of the Pagoda? The most costly French villa in City A!
Why am I here?
"Mr. Ira accidentally bumped into you. Do you remember?"
Is that you, Mr. Ira? Ira? It appeared that I had previously heard of this person's name.
A sharp pain shot through the back of my skull just as I was trying to recall everything. "What's going on in my head?"
"Dr. Fabian claimed that you accidently wounded yourself when you went down. A bandage has been applied to the wound to keep it clean."
I pondered for a long before remembering the link between the two events. The maid stepped in just as I was about to get out of bed to stop ME. "Master said that you need a good rest now."
"Master?"
"Can't you remember who our master is?"
I'd want to say that I'm honestly at a loss. After being struck by a car, I've lost all sense of reason. I couldn't even take a look at the person who had saved my life.
"Where is your master?"
"He walked into the bathroom to take a shower. Because he was trying to save the lady, he was soaked in the rain today."
As a result, her master was a good man.
A strange sensation struck me as soon as I sat back down on the bed. It was only when I looked down that I realized I had a man's shirt on.
"What's going on?" I was taken aback by the question, which surprised me.
"Rain soaked Emily to her skin. Because we didn't want you to catch a more serious cold, we had master's clothes changed just for you...."
"Can you tell me how you changed it?" I asked, "Did you help me?" as I yanked my top up.
The servant didn't answer but inquired, "is there anything wrong with you, miss?"
"No." "Where are my clothes?"
"I washed it and put it in the drying room with your aid."
Let me know how I may get hold of this item.
"Just a second. I'm sure I'll be able to figure it out straight soon." The maid exited with a polite bow.
I took a peek around and noticed that everything was decked out in opulence. In order to indicate that the master of this house had a high status, the accomplishment of the servant and the large logo that could be seen everywhere were sufficient evidence.
Even though it wasn't Emos who hit me, just thinking about him made me feel like I was about to pass out. My eight-year-old love has blossomed into a mighty tree in my heart. Now that it has been uprooted, the pain is excruciating, and I can barely take a breath.
"Miss, your garments are still a little moist. What do you think?"
"Okay, you may leave now."
My shirt went over my shoulder as I unbutton it. As soon as I took it off, I instantly heard a voice -
"I've heard that you've awoken,"
The door was pushed open as a towering guy came in. Because I was dressed in a new outfit, he may have been surprised. He came to a complete halt, his gaze fixed on me.
"Ah...." I didn't anticipate someone walking in at this particular moment. In a rush, I grabbed the shirt that was lying on the ground and wrapped it around my torso. "It's you, Donald. Thank you for your time. What brings you to this location?"
"This is my home."
"What?" After a brief moment of disbelief, I regained consciousness. "Get away of here!"
"Is there anyone who can kick my master out like this?" He slammed it shut. "Nothing caught my eye. What's the big deal?"
'Nothing'? What does that mean? Is he making a joke about my slender frame? It's too late, I tell myself.
I walked out of the bathroom after 32 minutes of getting dressed. "The most basic etiquette should have been taught to you by your parents. How come you didn't ring the doorbell when you walked through the door?"
"What's the point of knocking on my own door?"
Inquiringly, "Is this room yours?" I can't believe it.
In his palm, he gave me a bundle of garments and said, "You'll wear these." "There is still water in your clothes. If you don't want to have a more serious cold, get them off as soon as possible."
"I've got a sore throat?" That explains why I was usually dizzy. "So you saved me?"
"Also, what?" He gazed at me coldly.
I couldn't speak. My vocal inflections were awful just now. "Anyway, thank you for saving me. It's getting late now. I'm going to leave right now."
"Leave?" "Where else can you go?" he asked with a furrowed brow.
"I'll be able to stay in a hotel for a time."
"It's way too late. In the blink of an eye, you left my house. People who don't know you might think that I've driven you away. Isn't it detrimental to my reputation?"
Two gangs had been hot on his tail. What kind of a name could he possibly have? However, I can see that he truly cares about my well-being and is eager to assist me.
"Come back to me when you've recovered so we can discuss it. You saved my life, and I promise to repay you in kind. You can remain here before you find a place to live." Then he added, "don't worry. The flat chest doesn't hold any appeal for me at this time."
flat breast?
What the hell are you talking about,?
"Does your head still hurt?" He said as I was about to lose it.
There is no pain.
"You need to take a break. If dinner is done, I'll check in." He walked out the door after opening it.
The new garments in my hands captivated my attention for a long time while I stood there. The new Gucci had been washed, as shown by the faint scent it emitted. What did you do with the money you spent on it?
I shook my head in disbelief as I realized what this meant. There must be a lot of female guests here because it has a wide variety of clothing to accommodate them.
She had just opened the bathroom door and was getting ready to take a hot shower when she realized who she was looking at. It appeared like her face was covered in bandages and that her head was bandaged as well. She had the appearance of a sick person.
I forced a bitter smile on my face. Who would want to sport such a bizarre appearance? People who identify as Emo are prone to developing feelings for others.
My heart wrenched when I thought about Emos. All of a sudden, my eyes started to flood up with tears. For the first time in eight years, the love I felt for him suddenly became a sharp, piercing sword that pierced my heart. In the blink of an eye, reality had dealt me a serious blow!