Lena's POV
When the doctor arrived, I noticed Mr. Black speaking to him in a hushed voice. They seemed like old friends—except the doctor looked jovial, while Mr. Black wore the same calm, unreadable gaze he always had when he spoke.
When they were done talking, the doctor came to sit with me and dropped his equipment on the table.
"Hello, I'm Doctor Damon. And you are?"
"Lena," I replied.
"Okay, Lena. It's nice to meet you. As you can see, I'm this bastard's friend. We've known each other for years."
"So?" a calm voice interrupted before he could continue. "Just get on with what you're here for. No need for chit-chat," Raymond said.
A small smile played on the doctor's lips as he turned to me.
"Umm… Raymond tells me you sustained some injuries. Can you tell me where they are?"
I looked at both the doctor and Mr. Black, shock written all over my face.
Raymond sighed and glanced at me. "Just tell him where the injuries are. He doesn't need to see them—just describe them."
"Umm… okay. I have some scratches on my body, and my face is swollen."
I looked at Raymond. His expression remained calm as he stared at me. I wondered how he could be so composed.
"I… umm… I have pain down there," I said, forcing the words out.
"Can I see it?" Doctor Damon asked, still wearing that mischievous smile.
"No, you cannot," Raymond snapped. "Just examine her face and body. There's no need to check down there. I already told you everything and how it happened."
"But I'm a doctor," Damon replied shamelessly, clearly enjoying Raymond's discomfort. "It's my job to examine my patient before prescribing medication."
"That's enough," Raymond said firmly.
"All right, Raymond. You're no fun," the doctor said with a chuckle. "I've seen enough of her face and body. There are no serious issues. I'll prescribe an ointment—apply it morning and night.
"For the pain down there, I'll give you a painkiller to help relieve it. If the pain persists after four days, then I'll need to examine it properly.
"And lastly," he added, packing his equipment, "take it easy next time, and please refrain from doing anything strenuous for the next week."
He said all of that in one breath and stood up, ready to leave.
Raymond hummed, listening attentively.
"Raymond, come see your good friend off."
He hummed again and glanced at me briefly before walking out with the doctor.
I decided to take the opportunity to look around his house. It was a two-bedroom apartment, and everything—white, black, or grey—mirrored him perfectly.
I made my way upstairs and noticed several other rooms I would have loved to explore. But exhaustion and pain overtook my curiosity. I hadn't rested since the previous night, so I went straight to the bedroom and fell asleep almost immediately.
When I opened my eyes, everything was dark. I got up and walked downstairs. A light was on in a room opposite the one I had come from.
Curious, I walked toward it and opened the door quietly.
I was surprised to see Mr. Black sitting behind a large desk with a laptop in front of him. The room looked like an office, filled with books.
When I looked at him again, he was already staring at me calmly.
I got lost in his eyes.
He was wearing casual clothes—so different from his usual corporate attire. His physique was clearly visible, and I couldn't help but bite my lip. He looked hard as steel.
"Kitten," he said calmly, "you can take a picture. It'll last longer than staring."
"Umm… I—I wasn't staring," I stammered. "I need my phone. I want to call my secretary, Sylvia."
She was supposed to meet me at my house that morning. I wanted to let her know I was safe and that I'd see her at the office tomorrow.
"I already spoke with her," Mr. Black said. "She knows you're safe."
"Oh… okay. But I still need my phone," I said.
"Come sit," he said, standing up and moving to the sofa.
I quietly walked over and sat down. He took my hands and dropped my phone into them.
"My men picked it up when we left your house this morning," he explained. "They brought it back while you were sleeping."
"Thank you," I said sincerely.
"You're welcome," he replied with a small smile.
He picked up his phone and called Mrs. Bertha to bring in the porridge she had prepared. Then he turned to me.
"When I returned with your medication, you were fast asleep. I didn't want to wake you."
I was stunned. No one had ever been this attentive to me—not even when I was dating Evans. I was always the one trying to make him happy.
I didn't realize when tears began to fall.
"Why are you crying, kitten?" he asked, cupping my face.
Between sobs, I told him the truth—that no one had ever been this kind or caring toward me.
"Come here," he said softly. "There's no need to cry. I'll always take care of you."
He pulled me into his arms and rubbed my back gently until I calmed down.
I was still in his embrace when Mrs. Bertha walked in with the food. I tried to pull away, but he held me tighter.
Once she finished setting the table, she quietly left.
He released me and told me to eat.
The aroma of the food was heavenly. I didn't even ask if he was joining me before I started eating.
When I was almost done, I looked up and met his gaze—his eyes fixed on me, a small smile dancing on his lips.
I glanced at the table and realized I had nearly finished everything. Embarrassed, I lowered my head.
He laughed softly. "Don't be ashamed. I love seeing you enjoy your food. It's rare."
I finished eating quietly and placed my cutlery down.
"Are you done?" he asked.
I nodded.
He brought out my medication and helped me take it with water. Then he scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bathroom in the room I was staying in, gently setting me down.