Chapter 6: That’s Owen’s, Not Yours
Yvette’s hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. Her petite figure was almost hidden in Randall’s oversized French roast, making her appear unexpectedly delicate. I couldn’t believe Yvette had actually brought Randall to the hotel. A part of me was slightly shaken, but I quickly pulled myself together and greeted them. “Game on!”
Yvette gave me a look that Tekli would quickly understand. Her lips were pressed lightly together, but she said nothing as they entered the presidential suite alongside Randall. That was when I noticed a young man hiding behind them. His clothes were in complete disarray. His hands were also covered with scratches. He cast me a cold glance before brushing past into the room.
A slight furrow formed between my brows, but I didn’t think much of it. As Randall walked in, I asked in surprise, “Ma. Jenning? What happened here?”
Once he was gone, Verne began rummaging for medicine. With the best of her abilities, she identified the types of drugs available by reading the labels one by one. Kandal and the young man remained seated on the couch, their hands clasped tightly together, looking as if they…
I stepped aside, casually observing them with narrowed eyes. Considering they had been through a dangerous situation, should I show some concern for Fandi? After all, he was still Zia’s boyfriend.
I walked up to Yvette and presented some wound-healing ointment and bandages from… She glanced down at me with an unreadable expression, though her face seemed more drained than when she first stepped in.
Without saying another word, I turned and approached Randall.
Let me help you with it.”
Kundali was a dazed but personable man; even though he was a bit of a mess, he exuded a unique charm. He looked at me and shook his head. “No need, Dean. I’ll handle it myself. Thank you!”
For some reason, his tone was a little distant, much more so than last time. I didn’t understand and was about to hand him the ointment and bandages when the young man said…
“You don’t have to do anything for Randall. We’re doctors.”
I took a look at him. He was a stranger to me, which left me wondering why he seemed hostile toward me. The young man pulled up his shirt, revealing the abscesses on his shoulder and elbow. The sight startled me. I wasn’t expecting his injuries to be this serious. Then, I heard the young man begin to speak, his voice strained…
“Really, how many times did I have to make myself clear? The security guard…”
“You’d already be dead!”
Terrible, if so, just let them take it! Why risk your life protecting your belongings?
A grimace etched itself onto his face. “I’m sorry, Lionel. This is on me. But there’s vital patient information in that bag. My mentor made it clear that there was no time to study the patient’s scans and reports. If I lose them, it would take her at least another month to reassess the patient. It’ll be too late for the implant by then. Gilthead’s things are in there. I can’t just lose it, regardless if it’s for work or personal reasons. I’ll be more careful next time. If it gets dangerous again, don’t worry about…”