Chapter 27

Flower's eyes flashed angrily at Alexa then her gaze shifted to Karyl. "Let us go home."

A wicked smile etched on Alexa's lips. "A despicable woman like you doesn't deserve to be in this place." Stepping on the hem of her dress made Flower lose her balance.

"Ms. Flower, watch out!" Darren shouted. He moved quickly to catch Flower's body, so it didn't fall. "Are you ok?"

Flowers nodded slowly.

Darren looked down at Flower's beautiful face. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Next time, be careful."

Flower responded with a smile.

Alexa is angry that her plan didn't go well. "Shittt, she should have fallen to the floor, sprained her leg, not fallen into the arms of Darren."

Her face was red with anger. Alexa wants Flower's leg to be injured, so that rival can't participate in the fashion show, photoshoot and other activities. She wants to replace her rival's position, becoming number one in BM Magazine.

Alexa was too fed up with all this. She stomped her feet. Her anger tall even more as the hottest man's arm, Darren Ewald Gilbert, parked perfectly around a slender waist.

A disgusted smile crossed his lips. "Disgusting." However, she can't take her eyes off a typical hug a man gives to the rival. "I should be the one he hugged, not you."

Alexa couldn't stand treated to a view that made her eyeshot, her anger boiling, so she decided to go. "Sickening."

Darren released a hug then helped Flow to stand. "Be careful."

Flow immediately groaned in pain. "Ouch."

Because her leg is injured, Flow can't stand perfectly. Finally, she decided to cling to Darren's neck.

Darren smiled while hugging her waist. "It looks like your leg is critically injured."

Flower glanced at her feet. "Yes, you're right." How can I go through photoshoots and fashion shows if my feet are wounded? She continued in her heart while biting the corner of her lips.

"Then I must carry you." He immediately carried her out of the building.

"You embarrass me. Put me down."

Unfortunately, he completely ignored the woman's protests. Darren walked quickly to his car then sat her on the side of the driver's seat.

Darren crouched down then put Flow's feet on his thighs.

"Ouch." Flower moans in pain.

Darren looked up, his eyes glistening gently. "I haven't started the massage yet, but you're already in pain."

Flower's eyes depicted fear. "Don't massage my feet, please."

"You have sprained your leg, Ms. Flower. Should massage it. If you don't massage it, your leg will hurt and swell."

Flow was afraid to imagine her legs swollen and not beautiful anymore. 'Lord, I don't want that to happen.' Then glanced at Karyl, who was standing behind Darren. Her gaze was full of pleas for Karyl to do something. 'Please, I don't want my feet massaged.'

Karyl smiled. "Better call Dr. Jason."

"Shittt, why Jason? There are plenty of other doctors in London." Flower snapped.

Karyl's gaze turned sharp. "If you don't call Jason, how can I get you to the Hospital? Look, you can't stand up, let alone walking."

Darren smiled amusedly at the debate between the two beautiful women. "Let me massage your feet."

"No," pulling her leg. The sudden movement made her scream in pain.

Darren sighed. For him, the woman in front of him was very stubborn. "Your leg is injured. Please don't move it, so it doesn't get worse. Better shut up, and I'll give her a massage."

"Are you sure you can massage?" Doubt was evident on Flower's face.

A reassuring smile crept across his lips. "I'm not a professional masseur. At least my massage can make you return walk normally."

Flower's eyes flashed sharply. "I don't want you're to make my feet worse. If that happens, I will sue you."

Darren smiled. "Yes, please." Then, he put Flower's feet back on his thighs, applied the ointment, giving her gentle massages. He looked up at Flower's beautiful frightened face. "After this, you will feel pain. If you can't stand it, you can hit or bite my shoulder."

Flowers nodded quickly.

Can't stand the pain, Flower screams until her eyes bulge. Darren looked up. "It'll be over in a minute, be patient."

"This hurts so bad, stop it."

Can't stand to see it, Darren hastened his massage.

"Try moving your feet."

Flowers shook her head.

"Come on, move your feet," Darren said in a soft and warm tone.

Fear was visible on Flower's face.

With great tenderness, Darren convinced her to move her feet slowly.

"But I'm afraid."

"I'm here, with you. There's no need to be afraid, okay?"

Flower's eyes are tightly closed while holding on to Darren's shoulder. She slowly began to move her legs.

To him, Flower was so adorable, and this was the first time he had a big, carefree smile on his face.

"Tell me. Does it still hurt?"

"No." She Moved her feet, confirming it one more time.

"After this you can return to normal walking."

A smile crossed her lips, her eyes sparkled. "Thank You."

"You're welcome, Ms. Flower. Be careful next time."

Flowers nodded.

Darren's blue silhouette gleamed with interest, holding Flower's eyes. Their gazes are like magnets, attracting each other. However, Karyl's voice sound made both of them gasp.

Flower's face was flushed, and Darren liked that. 'You look cute when your cheeks blush.'

"Thank you for helping me." Said Flower in a low voice.

Darren stood up then tilted his body so that Flower could get out of his car.

A charming smile etched on Flower's lips. "Thank You."

"Do you need help?"

"No, thank you." Flower said gently, and this was the first time she had to be cute to a man.

Karyl, furious with Flower's attitude, which she found disgusting, dragged her to the car.

"Ouch, you hurt me, Karyl."

"Then hurry." I'm sick of seeing you being sweet to Darren. He is my idol. She continued in her heart.

"A few minutes ago I sprained my leg and it just healed. You have to be responsible if my leg hurts again."

Karyl glared at her. "That's a minor problem. I can get Jason to treat your leg."

Flower growled. "You're so annoying, Karyl."

"And you're more annoying."

Darren leaned against the car while putting his hands in his pants pocket. He fixed his gaze on a vehicle that took Flower away. For the first time, he was in awe of a woman. "Beautiful, gentle, charming." Praise him unconsciously.

"Who's charming?"

A familiar voice forced him to turn around. "None of your business."

"Looks like you just saw a princess. is she beautiful? Because there is no more beautiful woman in this world than, Ms. Flower Carnabel." Austin said proudly.

"Nonsense." Slamming the door hard, then driving the car at high speed.

His focus suddenly broke when he remembered Austin's words. His hands gripped the steering wheel, and his eyes turned sharp. "There is no woman who can beat beauty, Ms. Flower Carnabel. But must you say it with such pride, Austin?"