22. My girl!

Author's POV

"Kitten?"

Oliver frowned.

"What are you doing here?"

Arabella's blood turned cold when she saw him and rushed towards the door but he threw his towel on the bed and quickly grabbed her like cat would catch mouse. She panicked when he pulled her in his arms.

Her hand scratched his bullet wound and he hissed making her freeze. She looked at his painful face and felt guilty. She still thinks that he got shot because of her.

"Sorry"

She mumbled worriedly.

He looked at her innocent scared face and smiled. It was a huge relief that she is talking.

"Say it again!"

He just wanted to hear that beautiful voice.

"Sorry."

She gulped while looking at his wound which wasn't bandaged.

His smile widened when he heard her delicate voice.

"You are talking to me."

He gently caressed her cheek and she closed her eyes. His warm touch somehow made her panic fade a bit.

His freshly showered body was smelling so good.

He was happy that she is feeling safe enough to talk to him.

Arabella was looking at his wound with worried face and he noticed it. He hissed deliberately.

"Is it hurting?"

She asked, trying to touch it but was scared.

"Yes, very much... It always hurts."

He was enjoying her attention.

"I am sorry... You got hurt because of me."

Poor girl was feeling that she is responsible for it.

Oliver's heart melted with her innocence.

"What do I do with you?"

He huffed while looking at her in daze.

"I missed you so much."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Arabella froze and snapped out of the daze when his lips touched her.

"Sir, I___"

"What are you doing here?"

He pulled her closer when she tried to set herself free. She held on his arms and touched his wound again.

"Sorry!"

She whined and sobbed frustrated, she was scared of hurting him again and him pulling her closer wasn't helping either.

He chuckled at her cute panic and made her sit on the bed.

"Bandage it, then you won't hurt me again."

He placed the first aid kit on the bed.

Arabella looked at him when he sat beside her. Oliver was struggling to take his eyes off her. He had so many questions, what is she doing here, how did she get in, why she is concerned about his wound and so on but he was still trapped by her face.

He watched her grabbing the kit with nervous hands and trying to open its jammed lock. She was so focused on trying to open its fancy lock and was looking so cute that he couldn't resist himself.

He pulled her in a hug and she froze. His large arms wrapped around her like protective wings. Arabella couldn't say anything out of fear, he has been touchy with her since the day they met so his image in her mind is like that only. The guy who always looks for a chance to pull her closer but she was relieved that he is not touching her the way she would feel assaulted. With him it always feels different and she can't understand why.

"Sir?"

She mumbled.

Oliver let her go and cleared his throat.

"What are you doing here?"

She looked at him nervously, finally opening the kit.

"I was cleaning your room."

She started wrapping the bandage.

His eyes scrunched in deep frown.

"Why?"

"It was closed before but you are staying in it now that's why?"

She replied while closing the box.

He shook his head.

"I asked why? Why are you cleaning this house?"

She fiddled with her fingers, growing nervous.

"Cami told me..."

She mumbled.

He sighed and rubbed his face impatiently. He took a deep breath and cupped her face.

"No, kitten. That's not what I want to know..."

He is not used to talk so softly with someone but the girl in front of him is special.

"What I want to know is, why are you doing cleaning? Why in this house?"

Arabella felt his large hands caressing her face. She couldn't understand why he was asking.

"Why are you asking?"

She grew worried.

"Didn't you like my work?"

She looked around his room.

"I can clean it again if you have complaint..."

Oliver noticed the panic on her face and was never so confused.

"Wait, why are you panicking? What's going on?"

He pulled her on his lap and tucked a strand behind her ear.

"Calm down."

She took a deep breath.

"I need this job... I can clean better, I promise... Everyone likes my work."

His heart broke.

"Sweetheart, why do you need this job?"

"Matilda is sick, we need money for her treatment... Garry gave me this job."

She explained everything to him.

"Chief didn't want me to work here but he somehow agreed. If you complain to him then he will change his mind."

Poor girl still don't know that the reason was something else.

"Garry made you the cleaner?"

He clenched his jaw.

She looked at his mad face.

"Are you not happy?"

Oliver looked at her naive face and took a deep breath. He was in pain after watching her state.

"Cleaner... He___"

He checked her soft hands, struggling to imagine her working with those delicate once. His blood was boiling.

Arabella was worried after looking at his face.

"I need this job... I am not here to steal anything. It was a misunderstanding. Julie is sorry too."

Oliver's phone rang and it was Noah.

"What?"

He spat madly.

"Bro, Arabella is working in your house."

He informed looking at Julie who was sitting on the car trunk with poker face.

"I got to know from her crazy friend."

"I found out... Come back!"

He ordered and disconnected the call.

"You can go back."

Noah pulled her away from the car and dismissed.

"Excuse me, you kidnapped me so you are going to drop me back... You are so heartless to kidnap a minor girl and leaving her in the forest to go back alone."

She yelled.

"Kids nowadays are so annoying!"

Noah groaned while tapping her mouth, he stuffed her in the trunk and closed it.

"Frustrating!"

Meanwhile Oliver let her go and got up.

"Can you fix the bedsheets again for me, I'll be back."

He forced a sweet smile, not wanting to scare her.

She quickly nodded.

"Okay!"

"Good girl!"

He patted her cheek and went downstairs while closing the door so she won't hear anything.

"Garry!"

He growled.

"What's wrong?"

Garry found him in the living room.

"How dare you make her my maid?"

He threw punches after punches at Garry and he couldn't fight back because he is the Knight.

"She is a fucking minor, you didn't have any better job for her?..."

He was seeing red.

"She is my girl and she can't___"

He was about to throw the punch but another strong hand blocked it.

It was Arthur who looked mad.

Arthur stood between Oliver and Garry. He was equally angry as Oliver when he saw him punching Garry.

"I hope you know that Garry is not just my bodyguard but my childhood friend and I won't tolerate any disrespect towards him, not even from my brother."

Oliver scoffed.

"Then ask your 'friend' why he has hired a minor girl as a cleaner. Does he have common sense? Or you have lost it along with him?"

"You don't know the story."

Arthur interrupted him.

"And it's none of your business. Who works in the house was never your concern."

"This time it's my concern because she is my girl."

He gritted.

"I fucking like her."

Arthur's world crashed down when his brother said that.