The Crippled CEO'S Bride

Chapter 3

Ana POV

His words hit me like cold water. My body stiffened as I slowly turned to the direction of the voice.

A man was seated on a wheel chair with another man standing at his back dressed in a black suit, his face cold and unwelcoming.

His voice was cold and his face had the same expression as the man standing behind him. He had his icy eyes on me, piercing right through me to see everything I was seemingly trying to hide.

He was calm, as if seeing someone on the edge of a bridge was just another Thursday for him.

I turned around fully, staring at him. He has a chiseled face, and his features are sharp and strong. He was handsome but not in a welcoming way, it was screaming mystery and dangerous and I couldn't look away from him.

"Are you done gazing at him?" His baritone voice came out, and many lips parted to speak but no words came out.

"Well, if you're going to kill yourself, just don't do it in a public space. This killing method is too old, why not try a different format." He paused, his hand on his jaw as he kept gazing at me. I felt my lips tighten at his words.

"There are better and faster ways to die, you don't have to put the country in uproar because of your death," He said, scoffing as if he was enjoying the miserable expression on my face.

"I....I... Excuse me," I managed to say, shocked at his response.

Don't people tremble when someone is about to commit suicide but him, he doesn't seem to tremble not to talk of giving a damn care. Instead he was suggesting I try a different method of committing suicide but...

"You have been excused already. Can you leave, I need to enjoy this calm atmosphere and I won't condone you to pollute this place with your messy act," He asserted, sighing and my lips parted in bewilderment.

His words were cold and it was surprising to hear how he was so quick to jump into conclusion. He's not even making an attempt to stop.

"I wasn't trying to commit suicide," I said, looking at him in confusion and suprise.

"Same lines. If you were going to commit suicide, would you have confess it. No!" He spat out, and I scoffed at his words.

"This is harsh. Aren't you suppose stop one from committing suicide, and I wasn't trying to kill myself," I said, in defense, staring at him weirdly.

"Why should I care about someone that doesn't care about herself or her country. This world is messed up already just like our country so don't add to it," He spoke, his words hanging in the air.

"I was just gazing at the water, I wasn't trying to commit suicide" I mumbled, looking away as I clasped my hands together. No matter how I explain myself, he's never to accept it as the truth.

I had the intention to die but seeing the way my favourite old ring had fallen into the water. It went deep without floating and I felt a sharp pain.

The scene recurring in front of me made me realize if I had committed suicide, no one was going to save me. It's going to affect my mom's health status and I love her so much. I wouldn't want such to occur.

My hands slipped from the railing, moving away from the rails completely. I shook my head at him,as I proceeded to walk to another side of the bridge when my foot caught on something and I stumbled forward.

The next moment I saw myself kneeling in front of him as my hands landed on his knee cap. Due to the force I used to land on my knees, my hands hit his knee cap hard and he let out a painful groan.

The next moment, my eyes peered at him to see him watching me as his face was blank. His body didn't move, not even an inch.

Didn't he just let out a painful groan.

"Do you want to hit my knee cap harder just like you did the first time?" He asked, and my eyelashes flickered thrice then I regained myself.

My cheeks burned in embarrassment. "No! It was an accident."

He gave a small, unimpressed sigh. "I'll try to take that as an accident that seems intentional."

I finally managed to stand, brushing off my clothes. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. "I don't know why your words are so harsh like fire, and you don't look imprudent. You have big trust issues, " I muttered, squeezing my face as I imitated his last facial expression.

"Are you mocking me?" He questioned, and I waved in declination. "I dare not," I mumbled, looking away as I imitated his last words.

"Young lady, did y–" I faced him immediately and my eyes dropped to the knee cap I had touched. I felt a small pang of sympathy.

"Do they hurt?" I asked softly.

"What again?" He inquired, his voice flat.

"Your legs," I said. "Do they hurt?"

His lips pressed into a thin line. "It's not very much alive," He said, shrugging at his words.

"Can I touch it again, I promise to be gentle," I said, reaching out to him. The man behind him wheeled him to another direction before I could grip him.

Damn that was a weird approach. "I mean no harm. I have some knowledge about medicines like what you people call it," I tried to convince him, and approached him again.

The man behind him was about to wheel him again when he signalled at him to stop.

"Do whatever you want." Disbelief and curiosity crossed his face.

I knelt down, gently placing my hand on his knee. His leg didn’t move, but I felt the tension in his muscles. Carefully I pressed my hands all over his kneecap and just gazed at him.

I shut my eyes, as I kept touching his kneecap. When I was done accessing it, my eyes opened fully. "Did you do surgery on your legs?" I asked, and his calm expression changed as it became cold.

The man gazing at me shot me a deadly glare. "No, I didn't," He said and my eyes went up, staring at him.

"You did. The surgery is the reason why you are having severe pains. It didn't go well. Massage your knee cap every day and take your drugs regularly. You can get it from a pharmacy or a licensed hospital," I articulated, opening my tote bag to bring out a book and pen.

I tore out a paper and wrote the name of the drug on it then placed it in his hands. "This should work for you,"

"Are you a doctor?" He asked, and I smiled.

"I wish I could be one," I responded, still smiling.

He looked at me, his blue eyes searching my face. His expression softened for just a second, then the cold mask returned. "Why do you care?"

I bit my lip. "I don’t know. Maybe because... because I was feeling guilty for hitting your knees so hard,"

My phone buzzed in my bag, breaking the moment. I pulled it out, seeing Lydia's name on the screen. I answered it, clearing my throat as I looked away.

"Ana" Lydia’s voice snapped through the phone. "Where the hell are you!"

Oh I was supposed to hurry home.

"There's heavy traffic. I'm on my way," I replied and the call ended.

I looked at the man on the wheelchair. He was still watching me, his expression flat.

"I have to go," I said, forcing a small smile. "Thank you, for your harsh words. And I wasn't trying to commit suicide, my ring fell into the water and I was just gazing at it.”