Chapter 34 The Scar

"President Aleotti, with all due respect, please be gentle with the lady," John said kindly with a smile.

Pierce glanced at John as he said coldly, "Don't tell me what to do. Better shut up if I am not asking for your opinion."

"Women must be loved and should not be mistreated." John said.

"Mind your own business. Will you?" Pierce shot him a warning look laced with irritation. Pierce saw that Eliz frowned painfully in her sleep. He felt pity for her.

"How ungrateful you are! I saved you, and now I saved your wife. How could you talk to me like that?" John replied with mixed emotions.

"Who said she was my wife?" Pierce asked without delight. He glimpsed at Eliz, who was lying on the bed. In his eyes, she was no one special-more like his property or perhaps a toy.

Deep inside, Pierce kept reminding himself that he shouldn't fall in love with Eliz. But every time he looked at her or heard her voice, she would get his attention. As if Eliz had some sort of enchanting aura that effortlessly attracted his senses.

"Really?" John gave him a skeptical look. "Isn't she?" John looked at Eliz for a while and swept his eyes around, wondering if there were any other women somewhere. "I haven't seen any other woman sleeping here in all these years."

Pierce curtailed his comments by asking, "Are you done?" "You may leave now," he added without waiting for John's answer. His anger had been roused, and his face turned red at the thought that his secret was revealed.

Pierce had been by her side since she fell asleep. He didn't leave her, even after the saline drip had been finished. He just stayed still and didn't go anywhere.

"Water!" Eliz gasped. "Water... I want water," she said in a hoarse voice as she opened her dry lips.

Hearing her stammering voice, Pierce slightly unfurled his frowning forehead. He moved as he held her in his arms. Then he picked up the water glass from the nightstand and placed it at Eliz's lips.

"I've called your supervisor and informed him. He wants you to rest well. He also feels that you shouldn't go back to work until you've fully recovered," Pierce said gently. An involuntary smile crept across his lips that he was oblivious to.

"Supervisor? Which supervisor?" Eliz's eyes blinked in confusion.

"Tyler." Pierce shrugged casually.

Eliz's cheeks grew hot in embarrassment. She was staring at Pierce.

"What did you tell him?" Eliz asked nervously.

"It's a secret." Pierce was grinning at her.

Eliz's face grew smaller. She wondered if Pierce had told the hospital director about their relationship.

"What's wrong with you? You seem unhappy," Pierce joked as his face broke into a lopsided grin.

"Do you think I can be happy now?" Eliz asked. She looked sad.

"Why are you upset? Do you want our relationship to be a secret?" Pierce knitted his brows in confusion and mocked at her.

"No, I'm not upset. It's just that I don't want others to think that I'm dependent on you for everything," Eliz said, shaking her head vigorously.

"You're my girl. I don't want you to work so hard. Why don't you quit the job and rest? I can see that it's taking a toll on you." Pierce gently touched Eliz's soft face.

"I love my job, and I'm not interested in anything else. Most importantly, I don't like to remain idle, and I don't want to be just the lover of a rich man!" Eliz said sternly.

"You don't want to be just the lover of a rich man? Am I the rich man?" Pierce narrowed his eyes accusingly. He looked dangerous.

Looking at his bloodthirsty face, Eliz swallowed and mumbled, "I didn't mean that. I just don't want to be a burden to

you."

"Do you really have no interest in other things apart from being a doctor?" Pierce had an evil grin as the words came out of his mouth like sharp blades that were meant to pierce Eliz. His deep eyes looked like it was brewing up a storm.

Eliz didn't understand what he meant. She felt that his words referred to something else that she couldn't comprehend. She shook her head in embarrassment.

"I met you in the bar the other day, and I saw you playing the piano. You were really good." Pierce sneered. His sharp eyes bubbling with curiosity.

"I don't like playing the piano," Eliz said, shutting her eyes. She was exhausted.

The memories of those days flashed in her eyes. Her breathing had faltered, and everything seemed like a dream. She remembered her bloodstained hands and how painful it was. She could never forget it.

"You say you don't like playing the piano. Can a woman who has absolutely no interest in playing the piano win the golden prize of Midsummer Night's Dream?" Pierce said, hitting the nail on the head. Eliz thought he was contemplating something.

The Midsummer Night's Dream was a piano competition that was held during the peak of summer, and it was held once in five years. Eliz had been the winner of the last piano competition.

Eventually, Eliz replaced her love for music with medicine. She hadn't told anyone why she wanted to be a doctor. But the truth was that music would always be her first love, and nothing could replace it.

Her long eyelashes were still wet. She remembered the time she stood on the golden stage of the Golden Hall in Vienna. She was playing "Canon in D-major, and Love me for a reason" which wasn't a difficult number. But she had changed the melody of it and played the song in her style. Her love for music was evident when she played it with such passion and ease.

Many people were touched and almost in tears during her performance. The judges unanimously gave her full marks.

Inspired by her carefree high school life and her favorite novel "Gone with the Wind," Eliz had composed the entire tune.

Time was the best healer of all sorrows. Eliz vaguely remembered being welcomed by her fans and reporters at the airport.

Now, no one remembered that she was the one who had won the golden prize of the Midsummer Night's Dream, except her parents.

"How about we go downstairs for dinner first?" Pierce said.

"Okay." Eliz raised her head, neither humbly nor forcefully.

In the living room, Lillian had already prepared a table of delicious food. Seeing that Pierce and Eliz came downstairs, Lillian seemed a little reserved and stood quietly aside.

Pierce and Eliz eat quietly.

Eliz was still eating her dinner quite happily. Suddenly, she said, "Pierce, even if this relationship doesn't work out, let's still be friends in the future."

Upon hearing this, Pierce became upset. He looked at her for a moment and lifted his cold eyes. "I don't care. What kind of friend, anyway? Do you want to put me on the bench?"

Pierce kept silent.

After that, dinner went peacefully. For Eliz, that was rare.

Pierce carried her to the bedroom.

"Do you want to take a bath with me, or do you want me to help you take a bath?" Pierce chuckled as he whispered this in Eliz's ear.

"Make a choice. You only have three seconds to choose." Pierce said.

"Can't I choose to bathe myself?" Three seconds later, Eliz hesitated, but she finally asked. Her face turned red in front of Pierce's flirting. However, in Pierce's eyes, that was even cuter.

As soon as he finished speaking, Pierce bent down to pick Eliz up in his arms. Eliz struggled so fiercely that her slippers were flung on the ground. Yet it was all useless. As long as Pierce wanted something, he would try every means to get it.

"Psycho! You are a crazy psycho and pervert!" While she was struggling to get free, Pierce had already taken her robe off.

"Honey, don't insult yourself. You called me a pervert, but don't you realize it comes back to you too? If I am a pervert, then you are a pervert's wife. So, how do you like this title?"

"Who is your wife? Not me!" She glared at him.

"Don't you like this title, though?" "Okay, how about I call you my little, darling Mistress, instead? Is that better, my Darling." Pierce didn't stop. Instead, he began teasing Eliz even more.

"Get out. Now." She clenched her right fist.

His right hand moved itself to her chest. With the sound of water, Eliz's nightgown was removed and thrown out of the bathtub by Pierce.

Embarrassed, Eliz immediately covered her chest with her hands. Seeing this futile action, Pierce wore an evil grin. He moved his right hand between Eliz's thighs.

"What is the matter, Honey? Why are you shy in front of me now? I've already touched every inch of your skin anyway." Pierce grabbed Eliz's hand and placed it on top of his c**k.

As if being hit by lightning, Eliz's mind went blank. She could feel the heat and hardness in her palm. She felt so ashamed, enough even to die!

"Let go of me, you shameless man!" Eliz didn't dare for her hand to linger anymore on that private spot of Pierce's. She resisted and pulled her hand back with all her strength.

Suddenly, he saw a terrible scar on Eliz's body. He blinked to see if he just wasn't seeing things. It was totally incompatible with Eliz's fair skin. She was so perfect, so why was there a scar on her body?

Eliz realized soon that Pierce was looking at the scar on her body. It was ugly and long. She didn't want him to see it, so she hurriedly covered her upper body with her arms. There was a trace of fear in her simple eyes, which softened Pierce's horny heart even more.

'How did you get that?' Pierce asked letting go of Eliz hands.