MY BENEFACTOR IS WHOM I LEAST IMAGINE... 2

«Don't be afraid. I'm here for you, count on me for whatever you need…"

She looked towards Izan Marsans and said, "Have you been seriously injured? You should go back to your room and rest! I'll wait for my grandmother to wake up. Then we will return to where my grandmother and I stayed and collect the bank book. I will use it to make a cash withdrawal and return the money I owe you…"

Izan Marsans did not respond to Amaranta. Instead, she walked over to Grandma's bed, pulled up a chair, and sat down.

His handsome face no longer had the timid and helpless expression he had before.

«About money, there is no rush. If your grandmother is really seriously ill, would you like her to recommend some doctors to you?

«Can you do that?» Amaranta asked, looking happily at Izan and with complete detachment, she grabbed Izan's hands and whispered to him: «You must not lie to me! OK?"

"Idiot!" Izan Marsans cursed silently. All he had to do was make one phone call, and all the doctors in the country were lined up waiting to treat Amaranta's grandmother!

"I won't lie to you!"

Amaranta was so happy that she wanted to jump for joy. She felt that she could see the hope at the end of the tunnel, that light that is difficult to reach when, she feels that she no longer has any way out. So it was really true what her grandmother told her, that kindness begets kindness!

"How can I repay you for your kindness? I still don't know your name, but from now on, if there is anything you need, I will willingly go through hell and water to get it for you…"

When Izan Marsans heard this, he got the impression that what Amaranta Cid was saying was that since there was no other way she could repay her kindness for saving Grandma's life, she was offering herself to him! As payment! The problem was… Was the refund really necessary? Was she really going to offer herself to him? Forget it. This girl was still too young, too green… Yes. No, he can't take advantage of someone so young, just because they are in trouble…

«You are doing too much with this. There is no need… In light of our relationship, is it really necessary to stop at so many courtesies?"

After a while, he got up from the chair and said to Amaranta: "Just stay here and rest. If something comes up, go to the Front Room, room 1101, and ask for me. Look for me. And come to Me if any of the doctors or nurses are rude to you. Is it clear?

Amaranta nodded and led Izan Marsans toward the lobby and then toward the lift doors. From inside the lift, Izan Marsans said goodbye to Amaranta, who stood in front of him outside the doors.

«You should go back now. Use the bed next to your grandmother's if she is unoccupied. "Remember to rest."

"Alright".

Izan Marsans pressed the "DOWN" button in the lift.

Suddenly, Amaranta reflected. This man had come especially to help her, and she didn't even know her name! She used one hand to block the lift doors.

"What's happening? Does your hand hurt?

Izan Marsans held onto Amaranta's hand, examining it carefully. After confirming that she was not injured, he gently let go of her hand.

Lifting her face towards him, Amaranta smiled sweetly and asked: »How do you feel?.

What's your name, can you give me your name please?

"IZAN MARSANS"

«Izan Marsans, I will remember! Thank you".

After the lift doors closed, Izan checked his reflection in the mirror. Had there been any problems in his recovery?

Otherwise, why else did he feel so feverish? And why was his face so red? And his heart. Why was he beating so fast?

Pondering this, Izan returned to his room. Once he entered, Lydia twisted his ear.

«Izan Marsans, let him go! Didn't you just tell me that you are not interested in that young woman? And then what are you going to do? Do you hug her!? And caress her head? And hold her hand? IZAN!, you're getting bolder with age. "How could you even think of having something with such a young girl…?"

Izan Marsans glared at Lydia fiercely. «I say, my dear sister, you have a dirty mind. I'm TWENTY-SIX YEARS OLD!! If I really were ten or fifteen years older than that young woman, what would that do to me? That would make me a dirty old man. "It would make me a… Bad guy guilty of one of the ten most heinous and unforgivable crimes!"

Lydia Marsans looked long and hard at Izan Marsans. She was his sister. How could she not know when his little brother had his balls hot for someone?

The point was… his overlord's little brother had never been interested in the kind of wholesome girl as common as the girl next door. So why did he single out this young woman? What did he see differently in her?

In the past, when it came to the types of girls like the one next to him, he had always been uncomfortable around her, even if they were standing more than a meter away from him, let alone thinking about locking her in his! Hug!

«Stop talking rubbish! You're about seven or eight years older than that girl. How would that make you a different bad guy, guilty of one of the ten most heinous and unforgivable crimes? In fact, the age difference between you is perfect: You, being older, would be considered and treated like a princess, and she, being younger, would run around her because you would spoil her.

"Stop right there, right there, don't continue!" Izan Marsans shouted.

«Dear Sister, you are truly a professional when it comes to the art of creative writing, weaving such elaborate stories out of thin air. So, tell me, when I first met that young woman, I was semi-conscious; and when we met the second time, I was in this ridiculous robe. You tell me. If you were in her shoes, would you find me attractive?