King Khalil's Doll

Chapter 18: Ugly Chelsea

Chelsea was frightened, she didn't understand what Prince Khalil was talking about, but then, she felt the hot steamy liquid flowing down her face. At first, she didn't understand what it was but when the smell of rust waffled her nostrils, she started panicking instantly.

"Please, don't tell me it is what I am thinking, oh no! blood, please, help!" Chelsea cried out pain evident in her voice.

This worst came to past when the breeze blew on Chelsea's scar, indicating that there was a wound on her face.

Chelsea didn't want to know what that was, she was too frightened to even think about the pains, it caused her to whimper as tears started flowing down her cheeks.

"It hurts," was all that she said.

Khalil stood there for a minute, unable to talk, he was terrified with the outflow of blood that escaped Chelsea's forehead.

He didn't know whether he should touch her or he should just let him be, but then, seeing her cry in pain he had to definitely do something.

"This is all my fault, I did it, I should never have pushed the wardrobe with you In it, I am sorry, please forgive me," prince Khalil said feeling remorseful.

He knelt immediately in front of Chelsea, wanting to touch her. The quantity of blood that flowed from her temple is clear proof that the wound had cut deep on her scar, it caused him to have some sympathy for her.

Reaching with his hands, Khalil planned to touch Chelsea, and as he reached out with his hand, Chelsea shifted behind, yelling at him.

"Don't touch me, you beast, you caused that and now, you want to touch me? please, keep your sympathy for yourself, you at just a monster," she blurted out.

Chelsea's words had powerful impacts on prince Khalil's mind, he did not plan on having such an embarrassment, and it was evident in the way he blushed profusely, but then, the words suddenly became offensive to him.

Removing his hand from her face, Khalil said in a harsh voice,

"I am not a beast, neither am I a monster, and I warn you never to say that to me again, and I mean it, never again," he blurted out.

Chelsea widened his eyes as he saw how blunt the young man was.

"You should have known better before you tried killing me,"

"I didn't want to kill you, Chelsea, let me just take care of you, in fact, we should stop arguing now," he murmured, trying to advise the lady.

Chelsea was adamant, he didn't want to listen to what Khalil had to say, she was so hard-hearted that she just wanted to brush him away in all way possible.

Sighing, prince Khalil didn't give a damn about what Chelsea was doing or trying to object to him. Removing tissue from his pocket, prince Khalil approached it towards Chelsea's face.

Chelsea felt the heat creep her face, this is absolutely absurd, she can believe that a royal handkerchief with the royal fragrance on it is about to touch her face, the thought kind of scared her, and she pushed her head behind.

"Don't f*****g touch me," she yelled in anger, they regretted why actually did so.

The wound on her head ached her even more, she wanted to cry more but saw that it was of no use now, because things wouldn't go well for her now.

Prince Khalil felt a little embarrassed that Chelsea pushed his hand away, she didn't expect that to happen to him at least not now.

A slow frown played on the prince's features as he gave the lady in front of him a slow look of resentment.

"Let me do it, girl, I did this to you, it is only normal for you to allow me to take care of you, please," he begged.

'Am I the only one or did this boy actually begged?' Chelsea's mind screamed still not believing herself, it was like a dream come through for a man of his high status and caliber to stoop low and beg a low-life girl like her.

She is a nobody, and no matter what she does or how she pretense, it wouldn't change the fact that she is still his captive and will always remain one, forever.

"Wow! how nice is it to see the prince beg, I didn't know you could put your shoulders down and beg, that's a first huh?" Chelsea inquired provocatively.

She was messing around with him, there is no doubt that Chelsea was messing around with prince Khalil, and he wanted to get mad at her, but as he thought about it, there is no point in arguing with her right now, she is at fault.

"Chelsea?" he called out.

This is the first time he was actually using her name, it felt like silk in her ears, the accent which Khalil had used in pronouncing her name is like he was naming the letters of the alphabet that combined to form her name.

"What? what do you want from me, I am your captive already, what more do you want from me? to have all my teeth fall off before you actually acknowledge that you mean more harm than good to me?" she asked shooting directly in Prince Khalil's face.

It didn't and there because she burst out crying, it felt like she was explaining her whole heart out, it brought some emotions to rise in Khalil's heart too.

This is all his fault when he was pushing the wardrobe a while ago, it was for fun, he only had the intention to frighten Chelsea, but her wounding herself and falling off the wardrobe is a clear sign that this trick was a harsh one, he had not planned it well this is so bad, especially with the wound on her forehead.

"I... am... sorry," prince Khalil said apologizing to Chelsea.

He knows deep in him that whatever he says wouldn't make her forgive him, but then, he could try apologizing to her, that was a good place to start especially with the kind of anger that was boiling in her already.

Chelsea was struck by having a prince apologizing to her. She was dumbfounded so much that when she opened her mouth to talk, the words refused to come out, she just stayed there mouth gaping, with no words coming out from it.

Her freaky reaction caused a small mock smile to appear around Khalil's lip he knew that his apology will bring him only that kind of an excuse, this is the best thing he ever wished for and had not bargained.

"What? did the cat get your tongue, lady? I said I am sorry," Prince Khalil muttered once more.

Chelsea's reaction was still the same, but this time, she saw that she was overreacting, so she had to blink severally to save herself from being off the track with him.

"I forgive you," Chelsea finally said.

It was kind of weird for it to leave her mouth, and it sounded bizarre in prince Khalil's ears too.

"You forgive me?" he inquired raising a brow.

Prince Khalil wants to be sure of what she is saying, and what he heard, so, it is important that she hears well.

"Don't you want my forgiveness? or should I take it back?" Chelsea shot aggressively.

This caused Khalil to chuckle, but then, he replaced it with an evil smirk on his face, he didn't want further drama with this lady, the only thing that interested him on her body right now is the wound she has on her forehead, and he will like to take care of it.

"No! no! absolutely not, in fact, I apologize for telling you that. Can I check your wound now?" Khalil asked raising a brow.

Chelsea wanted to refuse it, the look on her face said everything already, but then, when she stole a glance and saw the prince's expression, it made her change her mind.

She didn't want to take a decision which wouldn't make him comfortable, and she noticed that giving him that honor of helping her out will make her happy.

Opening her mouth to talk, she tried saying something but close her mouth immediately.

"No, didn't touch me, I will take care of myself. You have done enough already," Chelsea mouthed.

Her words made prince Khalil raise a brow at her, he had the urge to burst out laughing, but then, this is a serious matter, Chelsea had already started to disobey him, this is not what he bargained for, not at all, and he is totally going to be mad at her for constantly pushing him away, like who the hell does she think she is?

Prince Khalil wondered angrily.

He knew that if he doesn't handle this case in a harsh tone, the lady will not obey him.

Clearing her throat, Prince Khalil said to Chelsea in a deep baritone, trying to place more authority on it.

"Chelsea, I will remind you this once more, you are nothing but my captive, and therefore, you don't have to object to anything I say to you, instead, just listen to it and obey. Now, I just want to clean up the blood from your face because I have drawn an ugly pattern on your face, and in case you don't know, it has made you become an ugly little girl. I wonder why I am even staring at you right now, who knows, your ugliness might be contagious, and I am too handsome to catch such a virus. Now, stay still, I will wipe the bloodstains from your face," Khalil said.

My eyes widened in shock, I barely expected everything he just spat out from his mouth.

"I want to be ugly," Chelsea replied.

"No, I want you to be beautiful," prince Khalil said.

"What?" she inquired.

Khalil remained quiet.