Chapter 93 What Hatred Does this Woman Have with You?

Last night, Elena couldn't fall asleep. Her mind was in a jumble as she had laid there with her eyes wide open. Her body felt as if it had been run over by a car, completely shattered. The pain in her lower body was a constant reminder to her of how cruel he had been last night.

"Miss Walker, breakfast is ready!" Noura gently pushed open the bedroom door and cautiously entered, speaking in a low voice.

Observing Elena's teary and silent state, Noura let out a deep sigh. "Miss Walker, last night... Nabil wasn't at home, and the bodyguards were all out on a mission..."

Noura intended to convey to Elena that no one had seen her topless last night.

Elena's head was pounding, and she didn't want to speak.

"Um, Miss Walker, please have something to eat!" Noura asked once again.

Elena still ignored her.

"Ah!" Noura sighed softly and placed Elena's bag, phone, and Shadow Motorbike keys on the nightstand. Seeing that Elena showed no reaction, Noura had no choice but to leave. At the doorway, she paused, as there was something else she remembered to add.

"Master smoked cigars in the living room all night last night!"

Elena's heart chuckled coldly. Smoking cigars all night! He might as well die from nicotine poisoning! That way, he wouldn't trouble her anymore.

Some time passed, and Elena heard footsteps at the door.

Elena sullenly said, "Noura, I don't want to eat! Please stop asking."

Without responding to her words, Noura raised her gaze and saw his tall figure walking in from outside.

He wore a sleek black suit that accentuated his cold face, and his deep black eyes carried an intimidating presence.

Elena didn't say any word.

After a moment of silence, he strode over and the bed sank as he sat beside her.

His large hand crept under her blanket, moving towards her leg.

"Don't touch me!" She screamed as if she had encountered a chilling snake.

What does this bastard want to do?

After a brief moment, Hassan's low, slightly hoarse voice sounded, "Let me see!"

"Go away! Get away from me! I don't want to see you!" Elena's anger hadn't subsided, preventing him from touching her.

"Let me see!" His authoritative, unquestionable tone firmly demanded, and his large hand tightly grasped her leg.

Elena desperately kicked his hand, again and again...

She used all the strength in her body, kicking Hassan's arm fiercely. But Hassan remained unmoving, allowing her to kick.

Until she grew tired and stopped moving, his hand finally grabbed both of her legs, pulling her closer to his body.

Hassan lifted the blanket covering her body, his pitch-black eyes gazing deeply at her before spreading her legs.

"Ah, you pervert! What are you planning to do?" Elena was on the verge of breaking down, her heartbeat losing its rhythm. What exactly does he want to do?

But before she could put up a fierce struggle...

A cool sensation transmitted from his fingertips to her soft and sensitive mystery zone. The swelling pain slowly dissipated... Hassan was actually applying medicine for her.

Elena stopped struggling and allowed Hassan to gently apply the ointment evenly on her wound.

Hassan's strength was too much for her delicate body to bear. Elena could feel the severity of her injuries.

However, Elena never expected that Hassan, a man so full of arrogance and dominance, would be so careful in applying medicine for her.

After carefully applying the medicine, Hassan helped her lie down and covered her with a blanket. He reached out and gently wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes.

Elena continued to cry, the crystal tears flowing more and more, like pearls falling uncontrollably.

"You look ugly when you cry!" he teased.

Elena swung her fist, hitting Hassan's chest. His firm chest hurt her hand.

She was at a disadvantage! She didn't manage to hurt him, but only hurt herself!

Hassan paused for a moment, then suddenly began unbuttoning his suit, taking it off, and throwing it onto the sofa.

Then he started unbuttoning his shirt.

Confused, Elena looked at him. Was he going for another round?

No, she couldn't endure any more! She was still in pain. She couldn't let him torment her again.

Under Elena's terrified gaze, Hassan took off his shirt, revealing his lean chest.

Elena couldn't deny that his sexy upper body was the most perfect male physique she had ever seen.

His muscular torso was strong, elegant, and sexy, especially his perfect six-pack abs, showcasing his natural power.

Hassan approached Elena, his large hand holding hers, his sexy voice slightly husky.

"Hit here! It won't hurt!" he pointed to his abdomen.

Elena widened her eyes, wanting to punch him hard, but her fist, raised in the air, stopped and lowered down again.

Only then did the tension at the corners of Hassan's mouth relax, revealing a sexy smile. "Can't bear to hit me?"

"No way, I'm just afraid of hurting my own hand!" Elena turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

"Liar! You clearly can't bear to hit me!" Hassan laughed.

"Let go of my hand!" Elena tried to retrieve her hand.

Hassan tightly held her hand, his dark eyes staring deeply at her. "If you come downstairs and have a meal with me, I'll let go. If you don't eat, I won't let go!"

He was giving her a headache! He was intentionally being difficult with her!

Elena snorted, wondering if the sun now rose from the west. He actually took the initiative to make amends.

Although his way of making amends was forceful and twisted, it was much better than fighting each other like before.

Unconsciously, some of the anger in her heart dissipated.

"Fine, it's easy for me to eat, but you have to cook the meal yourself!"

Let's see how a prestigious CEO like you can cook!

Sure enough, Hassan's expression changed.

Very peculiar, it seemed as though a warrior was going into battle, with that heroic self-sacrifice and an impatient determination to break the boat with an axe. She originally thought he would refuse, but unexpectedly he agreed readily.

"Alright, I will cook for you!" Hassan said.

Elena gave him a sideways glance and nodded.

Hassan turned around, picked up the shirt on the couch, put it on, and strode out.

Elena suddenly felt in a great mood. He had always been the one to tease her, but this time she wanted to experience teasing him. She got out of bed, changed her clothes, and walked out of the master bedroom.

She ran into Noura on her way. "Miss Walker, you're up. Are you hungry? I'll prepare breakfast for you."

A rare smile appeared on Elena's face as she quickly waved her hand. "No need, you can go about your business. I'll handle it myself."

"Oh, alright. Then I'll go to the laundry room!"

Elena nodded and smiled, walking downstairs. Before reaching the living room, she heard the shrill sound of an alarm.

There was a burning smell in the air, and she hurriedly turned around and ran towards the kitchen.

"Cough…"

Accompanied by frequent coughing, a slender figure rushed out in a sorry state.

At the same time, several bodyguards and maids rushed over.

"The kitchen is on fire!"

Someone shouted, and immediately someone grabbed a fire extinguisher and rushed in.

In the midst of the chaos, Elena hurriedly ran towards the figure.

Sure enough, it was him! Hassan stood in the bathroom, holding water from the sink and desperately washing his face.

His shirt was covered in dark grease stains, and his handsome face was also pitch-black.

While he was washing his face, Elena stood by his side with her arms crossed.

"Where's my breakfast?" Elena teased when she saw his clean face.

Water droplets still clung to Hassan's handsome face, but the black dirt had been washed away.

"There was a problem with the kitchen pot! I'll have someone replace it immediately."

"You just can't cook!" Elena snorted.

"It's just frying an egg, what's so difficult!" Hassan still didn't care, there was nothing in this world that could defeat him.

"Yeah, it's easy, but you just can't do it!"

"I'll try again!"

"Forget it, if you try again, I'm afraid this house will explode!"

Elena decided to give in. He really didn't have any talent for cooking. Even if he didn't burn down the kitchen, whatever he made wouldn't be edible.

"Don't you believe I can cook?" Hassan still refused to admit defeat.

"I believe you! But... I have to go to work now!" Elena didn't want to argue with him any longer.

"Work? From now on, you're not allowed to go to work!" Hassan domineeringly interrupted her. By now, the fire in the kitchen was finally extinguished, and the servants were busy cleaning up the mess.

Elena glared at him, turned around, and walked out of the grand living room. Hassan quickly blocked her path.

He stood in front of her.

"Do not go to work, do you understand?"

"Why? Didn't you promise me that I could go for an internship?"

"I never promised you! Well, even if I implied it, I'm now telling you that you're not allowed to go to work. Stay here and be my personal doctor," Hassan insisted.

"Hassan, people shouldn't change their promises so easily like you do. I don't have time to argue with you; I have to take my classmates to a hospital interview today. I'm leaving," she said with indifference.

Hassan's long arm tightly grasped her sleeve. "You are not allowed to leave!!"

Elena stared at him for a long time and mockingly said, "Do we need another round of the undressing game?"

Although she was angry yesterday, his proactive gesture today calmed half of her anger. She thought he would show some restraint, feel guilty about last night's incident. However, unexpectedly, he was still being so domineering, leaving her at a loss. She found herself completely unable to understand this man; he changed his attitude faster than the weather.

"The undressing game? Well, if you want to play, I suggest we do it in the bedroom!" he quipped. Elena bit her lip, glared angrily at him, and said, "I must go to the hospital today!"

Hassan gave her a cold look, stepped aside, and made way for her to pass him. "Alright, you can go, but you have to explain to me what grudge this woman has against you."

A stack of photos were forcefully thrown on the table in front of her.

Curiously, Elena looked at them. There were about ten photos, each showing a familiar figure.

"Hassan, what does this mean?"