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(I want you)

Having run out of patience, Jacob said, "Mind your own business!"    

His words didn't infuriate Emily. However, she giggled as though she were amused by his outburst.    

Suddenly, Jacob noticed that her left hand was bandaged. He paused and frowned. "What happened to your hand?"   

 Emily drew her injured hand back at once and answered, "Nothing!"    

She hastily blurted an answer to Jacob as she felt embarrassed and didn't want him to find out that she had foolishly fallen for Bonnie's trap.   

 Emily's answer didn't convince Jacob as much as she would have liked. He strode towards Emily and gripped her arm to force her to reach out her injured hand. He stared at the white gauze, tinted red with blood.  

"Spill it! What happened?"   

 'How foolish is this woman? I go out for a few days on a business trip and you end up hurting yourself like this!' Jacob kept his complaints in his mind.   

 Emily bit her lip and shook her head slightly.    

Her persistence angered Jacob even more and he yelled at her, "Fine! I will check it by myself."    

Emily knew how bad her wound was, so she refused at once. "Don't! It's not a big deal. You don't have to..."    

"Don't take this the wrong way. I don't really care about you." Flames of anger burned in his eyes, and he continued, "I have eyes and ears everywhere. There's nothing you can hide from me. You've just crossed the line."    

Whether it was his business or his subordinates, everyone and everything was under Jacob's control. That also included Bonnie.  

However, Emily was an exception.   

She was out of his control. He knew nothing about her thoughts and purpose.    

This feeling that he had lost control over her displeased him.    

His last sentence was nothing compared to the other merciless things she had heard from him before. She held his hand and answered gently, "It's disgusting! I don't want to bother your eyes."   

Jacob sneered, outraged by such boldness on Emily's part. "I have to say, the way you are acting now only arouses my suspicion even more. Is it a fake wound? Are you playing this trick to win my sympathy?"    

Baffled at his words, Emily let go of his hand. She took a deep breathe and answered, "Fine! You can look if you want."  

"Of course I want to see. Every part of you belongs to me now."    

Emily's compromise didn't comfort his rage. Before she knew it, he ripped off the gauze without a word.    

Due to the sudden nature of his action, a bit of skin accidentally peeled off with the gauze.   

 Emily turned pale instantly. The pain almost killed her as beads of sweat trickled down from her forehead.    

Jacob froze in horror. He didn't expect her wound to be a serious one. As if it weren't bad enough already, he had made it worse by ripping off the skin on the back of her injured hand.    

"Why didn't you tell me about this? It looks so serious."    

He squeezed her wrist and cast a serious glance at the back of her hand. 

The skin under the gauze had peeled off, revealing raw, pink flesh spotted with blood.  

It was absolutely terrifying.   

 Emile smiled at him bitterly and said, "I told you, but you just wouldn't believe me. I'm sorry. This must disgust you."   

 "You..." Jacob felt a sharp pain shoot up to his chest, leaving him breathless. But he didn't know whether the cause of it was his rage or something else. 

 If Emily had told him that her wound was still raw and unhealed, he would have never ripped off the gauze like that.

    Emily sucked in a sharp breath as the pain from her wound spiralled all across her body. She had to bite her lip from the pain of it all. "Mr. Jacob, will you let go of my arm now?"   

 Guilt-ridden and ashamed, Jacob let go almost immediately. As if something had just occurred to him, Jacob ordered, "Sit down! Stay still."  

Emily sat on the couch and watched Jacob pace out the study. A minute later, he came back with a first aid kid in his hands.  

Emily stood up and reached out her hands to take the first aid kit. "I can do it myself. You don't have to..." 

 "Sit down and be quiet!" Jacob dismissed her. However, it seemed as though he was trying to hide his real emotions behind his harsh words.    

Emily did as he had asked. She watched curiously as he opened the first aid kit and took out some bandages. "Are you going to treat my wound?"  

"I don't know. You tell me. Did I bring the first aid kit for a puppy?"    

"Well, do you know how to dress a wound?"    

Jacob looked up at her and caught doubt in her eyes. He got irritated by the lack of faith she had in him and asked, "You don't think I can do this?"  

Emily sealed her lips and said nothing in return.    

"Hmph!" Jacob scoffed at her and shook his head quietly. He then paused to take a good look at her wound, before he dipped a cotton swab in alcohol and cleaned the cut.   

The second the antiseptic swab touched her wound, Emily shook in pain and subconsciously clenched her fist.   

 "Don't clench your fist. It will only make your wound worse." Jacob forced her fingers apart and put her hand on his. He continued to clean the wound and asked, "Does it hurt a lot?"    

Emily's face was as white as a paper, and her lips were quivering, yet she squeezed out a smile and answered, "It's all right." 

   Jacob's heart thumped painfully, as if something had punched a big hole in his heart.  

"You can tell me if it hurts. Are you afraid that I will eat you up if you speak the truth?"   

 "It's okay." Emily took a deep breath as cold sweat ran down to her chin from her forehead.    

"Fine!" Jacob didn't know what he was mad at. Nevertheless, anything Emily did or said annoyed him now. "I don't have to go slowly anyway,"  Jacob said.    

He widened his eyes as if he was about to press the swab on her wound.    

His gesture frightened Emily and she shut her eyes sensing some peculiar presentiment.    

But the pain wasn't as bad as she thought it would be.   

 When she slowly opened her eyes, she noticed that Jacob was still wiping her wound gently. Apparently, he was just testing her.  

"I'm sorry. I..."    

Before she finished her sentence, Jacob threw away the swab and stood up without any facial expressions. He said, "I'll go and call the doctor."    

"You don't have to. I can do it by myself."    "Can you just hold the swab for now?" 

Jacob concealed the guilt in his chest and mocked her on purpose. "Emily, why do you always lie to me?"   

 Emily wiped the sweat on her forehead and answered, "I don't need a doctor for this."    

"You don't want a doctor?" Jacob frowned with displeasure, and he asked her, "Then who do you want?"    

Emily gazed deep into his eyes. Her clear eyes seemed to have the power to read his mind. She answered word by word, "I want you."  

Suddenly, it seemed as though the world around them had stopped.    

Jacob fell into a trance as the three words echoed in his mind and lit up his senses.  

However, he wasn't quite sure what she had meant. Did she want him to treat her wound, or...

Did she want him.

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