100 Days to Seduce the Devil

Chapter 756  Minor Accident

Day Seventy-Eight… n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

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Alexander seized her lips in a hungry kiss. This was the only punishment he could think of to discipline her. He pressed his body against hers to immobilize her further while deepening the kiss.

Hanabi was still in a daze, her mind absorbing the unfolding scene. She could feel his lips feasting on hers, licking and biting her.

She blinked several times as a vague memory flashed in her mind. Alexander's passionate kiss reminded her of the unexpected kiss they shared last night.

'Damn. Wait… Did I… kiss him last night…'

Hanabi couldn't believe the flashback. She was seeing in her mind. She saw herself grinning in front of Alexander as she cupped his face. Then the next thing she did was close their gaps, sealing his lips with hers.

'Oh my! I initiated the kiss! I kiss this jerk!' Hanabi felt the rush of embarrassment within her after realizing what she had done last night. A pink blush subconsciously overtook her cheeks.

'But for now, I have to do something to this pervert who stole a kiss from me.' Hanabi's focus returned.

Using her knee, she kicked him on his groin, making him stop from kissing her. He winced and squirmed in pain as he rolled over the bed, rubbing the spot she hit.

"Damn you, Hanabi!" He cursed through gritted teeth.

"It's your fault. I may be your slave today, but you don't have the right to take advantage of me!" Hanabi retorted.

Alexander could no longer hold his temper. "But you took advantage of me last night too! You were the one who kissed me first! Then you threw up all over me. Despite that, I took good care of you. Is this the reward I would get after being patient with you?" His voice crackled with frustration and hurt.

Alexander's words hung heavily, awaiting a response that could either soothe the tension or exacerbate the rift between them.

Meanwhile, Hanabi was at a loss for words, overwhelmed by a sudden wave of guilt for causing him pain. She pondered to herself, 'Did I go too far?' Caught in a dilemma, she debated between offering an apology or extending comfort to him. 'I kicked him so hard. Did I break his egg?' she bit her lower lip at that thought.

"Hey… I'm sorry. I just acted intuitively." Hanabi chose to apologize to Alexander. "Don't worry, I will call a doctor for you. I will make sure that your thing will still function well and be able to produce a child."

Alexander: "..."

He didn't know whether to laugh or get mad at her last remarks. Maintaining his cold demeanor, he asked her. "Aside from calling a doctor, how will you take responsibility for this?"

"I… I–" Hanabi didn't know what to say. She looked away while scratching her face. 'What does he mean by taking responsibility?'

"Forget it! Just leave!" Alexander commanded her in his icy tone. He remained lying on his bed, waiting for the pain to subside.

'Damn! I must be crazy for kissing her again when she is sober. It was a reckless move. This woman is different from the other women I met who are willing to throw themselves at me.' Alexander took a deep sigh, his fingers rubbing the space between his eyebrows.

Bam!

He heard the door closing, signifying that Hanabi had taken her leave.

"It's hard to tame a tigress," Alexander mumbled, turning his gaze at the door.

Meanwhile, Hanabi leaned on the door, her fingers tracing her lips. 'The kiss… I don't hate it…' She thought to herself, amused by her own reaction. Shaking her head, Hanabi decided to join Amelia and the others. They were busy doing some household chores.

"Miss Hanabi, you are back! How's your massage session with our young master?" Amelia approached her, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Hanabi offered an apologetic smile and explained, "He's not in the best mood. He kicked me out of the room. He's quite upset, so I'd suggest not approaching him for a while."

Amelia chuckled upon hearing that. "Miss Hanabi, let me share something with you. Your presence has had quite an impact on our Young Master's mood. It's been ages since we witnessed him genuinely smiling and laughing. Despite your frequent arguments and banter, I can see the glint in his eyes whenever he gazes at you."

Hanabi fell silent for a moment. She believed that Monica was one of the factors why Alexander didn't smile often. He was heartbroken because of her fake death.

"Don't give meaning to his gaze. You see… he just wanted to punish me." Hanabi shrugged her shoulders. "Anyway. Let me assist you. Are you going to clean the house?" Hanabi decided to change the topic.

"Yes. You can take a rest, Miss Hanabi. You don't have to do this." However, Hanabi wanted to divert her attention away from Alexander and the kiss so it was best for her to be occupied by something else.

"I'm fine. Remember, I'm his slave for the day. I'll do my part," she insisted.

An hour later, Alexander finally stepped out of his room, wondering what his slave was doing. That was also the time an accident happened. Hanabi inadvertently knocked over a delicate jar. The room echoed with the shattering of glass as the jar met its demise. A sharp shard found its way towards Hanabi, leaving a large deep cut on her hand. The room fell silent for a moment, interrupted only by the sound of the broken pieces scattered on the floor.

Hanabi stood expressionlessly, clutching her injured hand, while those around rushed to her aid. The air was tinged with concern as they assessed the damage caused by the accident.

"Miss Hanabi! Are you okay?"

"Oh my god! You are bleeding too much!"

"Please get the first aid kit!"

While the other maids were trying to aid her, Alexander, having heard the commotion, rushed in Hanabi's direction with genuine concern etched across his face. His worry was evident as he approached her, his quick strides reflecting the urgency of the situation.

"I'm sorry. I broke your father's precious jar collection," Hanabi apologized right away, thinking that Alexander was furious at her.

But to her surprise, Alexander acted differently from what she expected.

"Are you alright?" he inquired, his voice laced with genuine concern. His eyes scanned her hand, searching for the extent of the injury. "Can't you be more careful?! The cut looks deep!" Alexander exclaimed, his worry escalating as he observed her bleeding hand. Without hesitation, he gently lifted her into his arms, swiftly descending the stairs in a rush to address the injury.

"Hey, put me down. I'm fine. It doesn't hurt," Hanabi insisted, a tinge of embarrassment coloring her cheeks as several pairs of eyes fixated on them. "Besides, my arms got injured, not my feet. I can walk," she added, trying to reassure Alexander while asserting her ability to move on her own.

However, Alexander didn't pay attention to Hanabi's protests. Instead, he maintained a cold stare, his determination unwavering as he continued carrying her down the stairs. The concern in his eyes was undeniable, yet his stern demeanor conveyed an insistence on protecting her. "You stubborn woman… I'm ordering you to stay still… you are my slave, remember?"

'I thought he was angry with me... but why... why does he seem concerned?' Hanabi mused to herself. The contradiction in his emotions left her puzzled, adding an intriguing layer to their already complex interactions.