CHAPTER 17

Madeline's heart tightened and her first thought was that his wound had split open because of her.

She immediately turned on the interior lights of the car and put her eyes on the man.

Looking over carefully, she noticed that the black shirt on his body seemed to have a large part of it wet.

"You have a split wound." Madeline was full of tension.

Although she couldn't see that image herself, she knew how much it hurt just thinking about it.

However, Xavier just looked down with a bland face, "It's okay."

On his face, emotion fluctuation could not be seen, as if the person who was hurt wasn't himself at all.

"That's okay?"

"It's a small injury, it won't kill me." He looked taciturn, steadily turning the steering wheel and staring ahead.

"A small injury left untreated can kill you if it gets infected." Madeline added.

He had become like this for her and she could never sit back and do nothing about it.

"Go back to the hospital right away."

"I will send you home first."

"I hate hospitals, and I don't like going there if it's not necessary." He continued to drive forward with no intention of listening.

Madeline instantly moved to his side and quickly unzipped his shirt.

This instant she was stunned; two places on the right side of his chest and a gauze-covered area on the right side of his abdomen were completely stained with blood.

The bright red liquid was running all over his body, the toned pecs, and the sexy eight-pack abs, were stained with blood.

The image was so shocking that she couldn't help but draw a cold breath.

"I am driving, don't you want to live?" Xavier 's eyes were tainted with a bit of sulking.

"Go back to the hospital." Madeline insisted, with a bit of displeasure under her eyes.

Xavier's attitude instantly gentled down, "Be good, don't make a fuss."

And then he fastened the buckle with one hand and continued forward, he could completely handle this small injury himself.

She didn't know if it was because these words were ambiguous, or if it was just her illusion, she always felt that when he said this, his tone was somewhat gentle.

Glancing at a pharmacy on the roadside, Madeline immediately snapped back to her senses, "I'll go to the pharmacy and buy some medicine then I'll medicate you."

Xavier's eyebrow lightly raised, his gaze coolly fell on her, but he did not say anything, just silently parked the car at the roadside.

Madeline lowered her head and prepared to unbuckle her seat belt and get out of the car.

However, when her hand reached for the switch, it was held down by a large, warm hand.

Turning back, she saw the man's face close at hand.

It was as if there was an invisible net hidden under his eyes, as if he would trap one firmly if one was not careful.

The moment he pressed over, Madeline felt a great sense of oppression, and her breath even missed half a beat.

"Although I know you care about me, I want you to care about yourself first, can you walk on those feet?" A low voice rang out overhead.

As the words fell, Xavier got out of the car, not giving Madeline any chance to speak at all.

Madeline blushed and furrowed her brows in embarrassment, looking at his slender, upright back and whining, "Who cares about you?"

Soon Xavier got into the car with a bag of medicines.

The cold air outside was brought in by him and Madeline couldn't help but shiver at once.

He placed the stuff directly on her lap and opened his shirt naturally.

"I told you not to hug me, but you refused, now what?" Madeline grumbled with a slight frown.

She opened the bag as she complained.

Xavier, however, did not say a word, just listening to her complaints in silence.

The things he bought were complete, there were disinfectant cotton balls, cotton swabs, gauze, tweezers, alcohol and disinfectant potion.

Madeline took the lead in disinfecting the tweezers with alcohol, and then she picked up a piece of alcohol cotton and carefully disinfected it on his wound.

To avoid him being in pain, she kept blowing on his wound.

She was tender.

Xavier's heart was suddenly warmed.

"Does it hurt?" Madeline asked, her voice soft.

"I'm used to it." He said.

"It seems like you get hurt a lot?" After the alcoholic cotton wipe, Madeline then dipped a cotton swab into the antiseptic salve and applied it to his wound bit by bit.

"Yes."

"Your job feels unsafe."

"It's okay." He said.

"Going to be in a lot of fights?" Madeline asked.

"Yeah."

"Does a leader like you have to face that?"

"Yes."

After treating the wound, Madeline packed everything away and admonished, "If you don't feel well when you get home, go see a doctor."

"Okay." With those words, Xavier fastened the buckle and started the car.

"Why don't I drive?" Madeline said.

"No need."

Soon, the dazzling red Maserati, once again merging into the bright traffic, sped forward.

"Have you ever thought about changing careers?" Madeline asked again.

"Want to suggest me to get debuts?"

"If not, something else would be fine."

"I haven't thought about it ." He held the steering wheel with one hand and turned off the overhead light with the other.

"If you want to do something else, you can come to me, I can introduce you to jobs. You helped me today, so I can return your the favour."

With that, Madeline took a sticky note out of the drawer, wrote down her phone number and put it in

Xavier's shirt breast pocket.

Xavier didn't say anything, his eyes were forward.

It was the first time in his life he had ever met someone who wanted to introduce him to a job.

Madeline turned back and saw his face, unable to connect him with the underworld.

It was clear that he looked quite a noble and decent man.

Just then Paige's phone call came in, interrupting her thoughts, and she picked it up.

"Miss Crawford, I'm at the police station now, those punks have explained everything when they arrived over here, and now the police have gone to your house to arrest Leila."

"Okay." Madeline hooked her lips in satisfaction.

"How are you? Are you okay?" Paige asked.

"I am okay."

In the living room of the Crawford family.

Leila and Sara were leisurely leaning against the sofa, putting on a face mask, while chatting.

Both of them were in an extremely good mood.

"Haha, Mum, do you think that Madeline has he been beaten into a pig's head by now?" Leila laughed

as she straightened her mask, "Damn, I can't laugh while doing the mask, but I can't help it, I'm really in a good mood."

"That's for sure. After all, there are so many people." Sara snorted, "I've wanted to teach her a lesson for a long time, but have you made all the arrangements? It won't leave any leverage, right? You have

to know that your father already hates you, if you let him know you've done this...."

"Don't worry, everything has been arranged properly. I've already told those people to run after the fight. and I've also give them enough money. Even if anything goes wrong, they won't implicate me."

Leila added.

"Are you sure?" Sara asked.

"Of course, these people were introduced to me by a friend of mine who is in underworld, how could there be any problems? It's Madeline's bad luck, it just so happens that I came out of the bar across the street and saw her go into the Lost Bar."

"If she hadn't been in my sight tonight, that bad luck might have been delayed for a few days." Leila said with a smug look in her eyes.

"Keep your voice down, lest the others can hear you." Sara said, then subconsciously glanced at the corner of the stairs.

"Dad's not back yet from his social engagements, and the maids are asleep at this hour, so who can hear it?" Leila looked unconcerned.

The doorbell interrupted their conversation.

Leila stood up cheerfully, "I think it's dad coming back, I'll get it. I have to behave myself lately."

Without bothering to look at the doorbell monitor, Leila opened the door straight away.

The moment the door opened, she was shocked at the scene.