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Flintstone, Mr. Hurst,” she uttered.
Freddie was glad to help, but Zacharias stopped him before he could do anything. “Freddie can leave. I want you to stay,” Zacharias told her.
Shirley eyed Zacharias speechlessly. Freddie was a quick-witted man-he hurried out of the room without having to be told twice.
Zacharias already had his slacks in his hands by then, so she hastily turned around. She could feel her heart pounding as she heard the sound of the man putting on his pants. This was soon followed by the sound of his belt.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
Shirley did as she was told and walked over to help Zacharias remove his shirt.
Both his wounds were fresh, and they seemed like they would reopen if he made any large gestures. His condition would certainly worsen if his wounds were to be torn open.
Shirley lifted a shirt and helped Zacharias to put it on. Given his injuries, he couldn’t manage the buttons, so she stepped in to help. Naturally, this required her to stand close to him while buttoning his shirt. As she worked, she sensed his gaze lingering on her. Seizing a moment when her attention was diverted, he lightly pressed his lips against her forehead.
“Quit fooling around,” she chided, looking annoyed. “I don’t fool around when I’m with others, but I can’t help myself when I’m with you,” he replied playfully. He seemed utterly shameless whenever he was around her.
After buttoning his shirt, she helped him put on his vest and coat. Before leaving, she brought an extra jacket in case he got cold and needed it.
By the time they left the hospital, Roy had already arranged for more than ten bodyguards to be on standby. To maintain secrecy about Zacharias’
whereabouts, all the surrounding lights were turned off as a tall, slender figure stepped out.
Shirley was about to get into Zacharias’ car when he stopped her. “You can take the car behind mine.”
“Why?” she asked.
“No reason.” He gestured for Roy to sit beside him after that. She had just shut the car door and was about to leave when Freddie spoke. “Don’t you know the reason, Miss Lloyd? Mr. Flintstone’s trying to protect you.”
Shirley’s heart skipped a beat as she understood what Freddie meant. If the criminals managed to track Zacharias and targeted his car, it would be unsafe for her to stay with him. He was genuinely trying to protect her by having her take a different vehicle. She hurried to the next car, her chest tightening, hoping nothing terrible would happen again.
Once Zacharias’ car drove out of the hospital grounds, another six cars trailed behind him. The line of cars seemed especially grand as they all made their way to his office. Eventually, they arrived safely at their destination.
She hopped out of her car and hurried over to Zacharias before entering the lobby with the rest of his bodyguards. Once they got into the building, he ordered her and a few other bodyguards to follow him while the rest of the men stayed downstairs.
The filming crew was also on standby. Zacharias had to record a 15-minute-long interview. Shirley watched as a staff member hurried over to fix his hair. He didn’t need much more than that-his complexion seemed exceptionally healthy and radiant because of his fever.
Meanwhile, Shirley, Roy, and other bodyguards stood behind the cameras. They watched as Zacharias, who had just regained consciousness that morning, spoke energetically. He answered the interviewer’s questions and exuded his usual charismatic aura.
Even though 15 minutes wasn’t a long time, Zacharias’ suit placed a lot of pressure on his shoulder injury. Shirley knew how bad this was for his wound, and she couldn’t help but clench her fists when the interviewer bombarded him with questions. Her gaze was filled with worry as she looked at the man.
He could sense her concerned gaze on him from the corner of his eyes. He glanced over in her direction just for a few seconds. She noticed a slight frown forming on the corner of his lips.
The interviewer didn’t know anything about what had happened to Zacharias.
She didn’t know that the man who had rushed for the interview was injured. She only received orders. to do the interview at the very last minute, and she wanted to get to know the man more, so she added a few extra questions that the public was curious about.
When Shirley saw how the interviewer kept pestering the man, she strode over to a spot where the interviewer could see her before she held her hand up and gestured for the interviewer to stop. The interviewer froze for a moment before she hastily asked a final question to wrap things up.
Zacharias pressed his brows together. The injury on his shoulder started hurting as he had been in the same seated position for too long. Right then, he felt a pair of slim but strong hands holding onto his left shoulder and helping him up.
“Please send the interviewers off,” he uttered while looking at Freddie.
Freddie immediately started to clear the space, and soon enough, Shirley and
Zacharias were the only two people left in the office. Once they were left alone, he leaned most of his weight against her shoulder.
“It hurts, Zacharias uttered in a whiny tone. “Where does it hurt? Stand still, and let me look at your wound, Shirley replied, her voice laced with concern. The man stood upright as she reached over to remove his suit and vest. Then, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
His breath quickened, and he sounded increasingly breathless. He was simply too aroused by the woman’s actions as she removed his clothes. “Seems like you’re getting used to undressing me,” he teased.
She glared at him and thought, Is he still in the mood to joke around? His injury probably isn’t too severe, then! Nevertheless, as she examined the wounds on his back, fresh bloodstains seeped through his bandages, causing her to gasp at the sight. She could only imagine how much it must hurt but was also impressed by his pain tolerance.
“It looks like your wounds have reopened. We have to head back to get them treated in the hospital. You shouldn’t wear such tight clothes for now,” Shirley uttered.
“So, you expect me to walk out naked then?” Zacharias asked playfully.
“You’d freeze to death.” She raised an eyebrow. The temperature was warm in the building, but the weather outside was around four to five degrees.
“You do care about me, huh, Miss Lloyd!” He chuckled.
“Well, it’s my duty as a friend,” Shirley replied flatly. Then, she handed him his coat. “Put this on until you get to the hospital!”
Zacharias took the coat over and carefully put it on, ensuring not to apply too much pressure on his wounds.
“The place is cleared. You may go down now, Mr. Flintstone.” Roy entered the room to give them an update.
With the rest of the man’s clothes in her hand, she walked out of the room with him. Again, she got into the car behind Zacharias’, and they returned to the hospital.
After arriving at the hospital, the doctors hurried over to tend to Zacharias’
wounds. Shirley stood by his side, but when she saw fresh blood oozing from his injuries, she turned her face away, unable to bear the sight. Surprisingly, the man didn’t make a sound, even as the doctor cleaned his wounds. She couldn’t help but think that he was indeed quite brave.
The doctor’s forehead glistened with beads of sweat as he finished tending to
Zacharias wounds. “Mr. Flintstone, please try not to apply. any more pressure on your wounds if possible,” the doctor urged.
“Alright. Thank you,” Zacharias replied with a nod.
The doctor wiped his sweat off before leaving. the room. Shirley noticed a thin layer of sweat on Zacharias’ forehead, so she handed him a tissue. “Here. Wipe your sweat.”
“You can help me with that, he suggested.
“Isn’t your other arm perfectly fine and functional?” she retorted.
“Are you not my bodyguard?” he retorted.
She was left speechless, and she had no choice but to wipe his sweat off for him. As she did so, the man reached his hand out and held on to hers. “I’m so glad you were with me,” he uttered as he turned to look at her.