Good Evening, Mr President! - Chapter 53
Chapter 53: Are you in a relationship?
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
She did not know who took these pictures, and neither was she bothered. The school had no lack of such scammers in the first place.
Just when she reached home, before she had a chance to put down her bag, she found the man at home already, earlier than usual.
She was still upset with him over their tiff last night.
Keeping her head low, she ignored him and proceeded up the staircase.
As she walked past him, he suddenly caught hold of her small arm. With his brows furrowed, he turned back and looked at her. “What happened to your lips?”
He had noticed the swelling on her little cherry-like lips.
In the end, he simply pulled her to stand in front of him. Leaning forward, he looked down. With his cool fingers pinching her little chin, he inspected her face seriously and did not seem to like what he saw. His expression turned solemn as he interrogated grimly, “Why are your lips so badly swollen?”
It was not a friendly question.
“I was bitten by a mad dog!”
The mere thought of how it came about still aggrieved her.
Today was really not her day, when a simple act of walking past the maple forest could invite a kiss from a mad dog!
She could still disregard the kiss forced on her but now, not only was the matter blown out of proportion, but her friend had also mistaken her as a boyfriend-snatcher!
What bad luck!
She reached out her hand and furiously rubbed her bruised lips a couple of times with much disdain.
Despite the great force she exerted on her lips, she did not feel the pain at all.
Compared to the pain, she was more turned off by the filth!
“Stop rubbing!”
He caught hold of her small hand and ordered with a deep scowl. “Your lips are bleeding now! Go to my study room and wait for me. Now, go!”
His face was extremely peevish.
With that, he went down the stairs to look for the first aid kit.
She followed his instruction., went to his study room obediently, and waited quietly for him on the sofa.
When he returned with the medical kit, he stood at the door, studied her wound with a frozen look, before approaching her with heavy steps.
He sat next to her and carefully applied the antiseptic and medication on her wound.
“Pain… pain!”
She cried out repeatedly.
But he completely ignored her pleading, and his hand did not relent.
It was obvious that he did it on purpose!
After applying the medication, he threw the cotton bud into the rubbish bin and interrogated the girl frigidly without bothering to close the first aid kit. “Are you in a relationship?”
“I’m not!”
She denied vehemently.
“Tell me the truth!”
His tone turned ugly and fierce.
A thunderstorm seemed to be brewing on the horizon from the look of his eyes.
He was on the verge of flying into a terrible fit of rage.
“I’m not in a relationship!” She screamed at him with stubborn anger, her pitch rose by several decibels by then.
Her indignant behavior was rather rude but, surprisingly, he appeared satisfied with her reaction. The angry, dark clouds seemed to lift from his eyes even though his face was still sullen looking. “Then, tell me. How did you get your injury on your lips? Don’t tell me that you got this from a mad dog!”
He warned her sternly.
His solemn expression told her that he was ready to give her a good thrashing if she were to tell a lie!
She bit her lip unhappily but dared not disobey his words this time. “I was bitten by somebody.”
“… a man?”
He knew he was asking an obvious question.
She nodded her head, and then sneaked a peek at him timidly out of her periphery.
The man could feel a ball of fire shoot up and burn his chest at that instant.
He got up with his finger pointing to the bathroom and commanded, “Go, go and rinse your mouth! Just go and rinse your mouth, right now!”
