Powerful Billionaire' First Love

Winter days in Detroit were extremely bleak and desolate. The biting cold wind whipped the flesh, and the steps on the dry and frosty road made slight squeaking sounds. Ishla Fisher was walking on the road in a white down jacket. She is fair-skinned, with silky black hair, sparkling eyes, and a bright smile. She kept exhaling through her rosy lips to warm her hands. Even such a cold day could not dampen her spirits. She was going out on a date. It was her first date after turning eighteen, with Mark Fisher, her cousin. They had grown up together and got along like peas and carrots. Young love had been in the air. It wasn’t until yesterday that Mark finally expressed his feelings for her and asked her out on a date in a park. She was more than delighted to go. Thinking of his sunny, warm face, she arched a sweet smile and quickened her pace. Suddenly, a stumbling man appeared from the corner, slammed into her shoulder and fell to the ground. Rattled, Ishla Fisher looked down at the man. He was about twenty-six, twenty-seven years old. He had a sculpted face, sword-like eyebrows, and a tall nose. This was definitely the most handsome man she had ever seen. He was wearing a black wool coat and a thin, navy V-neck sweater. One of his hands was pressed against his bleeding abdomen. He was obviously severely injured. “Sir, are you alright?” she squatted and asked, “You’re injured. I’ll call an ambulance.” The man could barely open his eyes, his face pale due to excessive blood loss. He frowned and shook his head, “Don’t … some people are chasing after me …” At that moment, she heard some rushing footsteps, alongside a man’s low voice. “Hurry! We must get rid of him today!” Are they going to murder him? She bit her lips, and with great effort, moved the injured man into the bush by the side of the road. “Sir, hide here for a while. I’ll lead them away.” “Don’t go…” He waved to stop her. But the girl was swift like a rabbit, leaving him with a hazy yet beautiful image. She stood in the road, and soon a group of men in black appeared. They looked fierce. Upon seeing her, they asked rudely, “Oi, girl. Have you seen an injured man passing by?” She quietly and naturally hid one hand in the pocket of her down jacket, her face unchanged. She pointed to the front with the other hand and said, “I just saw a man walking over there.” The men in black looked at each other. Today they would rather kill a thousand innocent people than miss their prey. This girl seemed a little suspicious, and they had reached a silent consensus to remove her as a potential threat. She felt their gloomy stare. One of them even started to walk toward her… At this critical moment, a string of melodious ringing sounds came from her pocket. She reached for the phone and answered it. “Hi, Mark…I’m on the main road… You’ll be here in one minute?… Okay, I’ll just wait by the bus stop.” She hung up the phone. Without even looking at those men, she crossed the road and stood by the bus stop, quietly waiting for her date. The men in black looked at each other again. The girl’s calm and natural behaviour seemed to have removed doubts from their minds. With the innocent look, she did not seem to be lying. She tilted her head, smiled and waved her arms at a man wearing a suit, who was just walking toward her. “Hi, Mark. I’m here.” The arrival of that man completely dispelled those men’s thoughts of killing her. They did not hesitate anymore and quickly rushed toward the direction where she had just pointed to. The man in the suit scratched his head, confused by her greeting.  She looked around and confirmed that those men in black had walked far away before she bowed to apologize. “Sir, the situation earlier was really urgent. I had to use you to put on a show. Thank you for being here.” The suited man found her pretty good-looking, so he left after saying, “It’s okay.” She crossed the road and sneaked into the bush. She sat next to the injured man, her heart thumping loudly in her chest. She could have died. Luckily, she was quick-witted to have pressed her phone in her pocket so that it rang to look like someone was calling her. It was also quite fortunate that the man in the suit appeared just in time. After she slowed down her breathing, she lifted her head to look at the injured man. Her pupils immediately contracted when she saw the large pool of blood on the ground.    There was a faint tinge of green on the man’s pale face. He was closing his eyes as he lay down. It looked like he was no longer breathing. “Sir, sir…” She crawled over to his side and shook him with her shivering hands. There were tears flowing down her cheeks as she asked, “Are you dead? Don’t die. No…” It was her first time being so close to death. She was crying in fear. He was perfectly fine earlier. How could he… “Stop shaking me. I’m not dead.” The man moved his thin lips and spoke very weakly yet in calmness. She was stunned; she quickly wiped away her tears and complained in a pout, “Why didn’t you say anything earlier if you were not dead? You gave me a heart attack.” “You’re so timid now. Weren’t you extremely brave earlier?” The man smirked. “I am brave!” She retorted. She took out a white handkerchief from her pocket and helped put pressure on his bleeding abdomen. The man still had his eyes half closed, but he could see the girl's delicate, beautiful face.      Her eyelashes, graced with teardrops, were fanning like a butterfly’s wings. “Why did you pant and sit on the ground then?”