MY BENEFACTOR IS WHOM I LEAST IMAGINE… 1

"Getting them a much better room could put undue pressure on that young woman," Lydia Marsans advised in a whisper. Judging by how this young woman has voluntarily written you a promissory note, it is clear that she does not want to owe you any favours. If you get them a VIP room, how do you expect the young lady to return the favour?

«I don't need her to pay me. Speaking of which, she gave me her blood! How could she repay him for that? Izan Marsans responded stubbornly.

Since Amaranta Cid had saved her life, nothing she could do to try to repay him could be considered excessive!

«It makes no sense for you to tell me all this. You must consider the mental state of that young woman and her feelings.

Filled with concern, Izan Marsans looked around the room. That old woman was seriously ill. Why wasn't there an adult from her family present?

Izan Marsans stood at the entrance to the room, debating whether she should enter. He feared that, instead of helping them as he intended, she might not be helpful at all. Standing on the side, Lydia patted Izan on the shoulder. —«I'll be outside now. Call me if anything comes up, and I'll have a word with the doctor!"

«It's okay, Sister. You should get going then so you can get what I asked of you!

Lydia Marsans laughed. Why did she have the feeling that her little brother was becoming romantically entangled with this girl? No. She must have had the wrong vibe. Surely she that young woman couldn't be more than eighteen years old? Her brother was already twenty-six years old, and in her current condition, how could she have any romantic feelings towards that eighteen-year-old girl?

While her sister was torn between a sea of ​​questions and doubts, Izan Marsans was in a dilemma. He really wanted to go to the living room. He felt the impulse to go in there and tell little Amaranta that he should not be afraid, that he was here and that everything would be okay! That he would protect her. Suddenly, as if she had a telepathic connection with him, Amaranta turned around and met the worried eyes of Izan Marsans.

She rubbed her cheeks. Had she been in the hospital for too long? Had her stay in the hospital dulled his sense of consciousness? This was so embarrassing! Her face turned crimson red! Izan Marsans was really blushing and confused.

Amaranta. She walked towards the door. His eyes were red and still a little swollen from all the crying, and there was a delicate blush on his porcelain-like cheeks, yet his handsome face did not lose that natural beauty, which gave off an unparalleled attraction.

"Thank you so much. You have been a great help. "If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't have known what to do!"—Faced with a beautiful young lady thanking him so deeply and sincerely with such a gentle and sweet voice, even the usually arrogant little overlord Izan Marsans felt self-conscious. His earlobes turned slightly red, and his heart beat so fast that he felt like it was going to jump down his throat.

«You, yes mm… yes you're welcome.»

When Izan Marsans heard himself blurt out those words, he wanted to slap himself. Had he also lost the ability to speak properly?

«You saved my life once. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be alive right now, this little compared to what you did in that rural clinic for me!

Izan Marsans evaluated Amaranta Cid from head to toe. She was tall and thin. One look and he could tell she was malnourished. He resolved for himself to find a way to improve his health. After all, he had used a lot of her blood… »We are both Rh negative, so we must help each other. "If you hadn't agreed to help me, I would have been completely lost as to what to do."

Amaranta was sincerely grateful to Izan Marsans. She knew he was a good person.

«Aren't you a student? Why are you in Capital City? Have you stopped going to school? Or has your grandmother's illness become too serious? »— Izan asked an endless series of questions, without realizing that, in his heart, he had already accepted Amaranta as part of himself.

When Izan Marsans realized that way of reacting, he was just amazed at the fact that he was showing concern for one of his own. What was wrong with that?

When Izan mentioned his grandmother Mary's illness, tears began to roll down Amaranta's cheeks like glass beads from a broken string.

Now, Izan Marsans didn't like girls who cried. He reflected that they were a nuisance.

And when he saw that Amaranta was crying, it was as if she had two left feet. He was completely at a loss as to how to react. All he could do was retrieve a package of tissues from the pocket of his hospital gown, pull a piece out of the opening in the centre of the package, and hand it to Amaranta.

«Don't cry. A girl's tears are precious!

Izan Marsans had never comforted a girl before, and he had no idea how to do it. But seeing Amaranta Cid cry so inconsolably, he simply uttered what came to mind first.

«If you feel really sad and heartbroken, I will lend you my shoulder to lean on a little. "It's no big deal! Come to me."

Raising her tear-filled eyes, Amaranta looked at Izan Marsans' face.

Suddenly, she stepped forward, hugged Izan Marsans tightly around the waist, pressed her face against his chest and moaned, pouring out all his pent-up pain and anguish.

It was the first time Izan Marsans had been hugged by a girl, and he had no idea where he should place his hands.

And he had no idea what to say...

Rigidly, he placed her hands on Amaranta's back and patted her gently, whispering softly and softly, "Don't be afraid. I'm here!"

«You are one of mine. I support you!

For Amaranta, this was a moment of weakness. She couldn't understand why she had become so weak in the presence of Izan Marsans...

It was as if, she thought, they had a natural affinity for each other. Or maybe it was because some of the blood running through Izan Marsans' body was actually his.

After a while, Amaranta moved away from Izan Marsans' embrace.

She raised her head and, looking a little shy, she said, "Thank you for the hug. "I feel so much better now!" Izan Marsans felt something heavy move away from his chest.

Lowering her head, she looked at the pretty, smooth porcelain face and suddenly reached out to gently caress the top of Amaranta's head.