Chapter 13 Coldness and tenderness

(Rafael's POV)
When Bob called me on the phone, I had some vague feeling that something was going on.
He has never called me when I was working. Since Lena came here, I have secretly instructed him to come and relay to me at the first opportunity if anything happens to Lena.
I nodded in front of the others in the meeting, then pulled the door open and went out to answer the phone.
"What is it?"
"Mr. Rafael, something has happened to Miss Lester!" His tone was so anxious that even through the phone, I could feel his current panic.
I don't know what the reaction should be, at least, I can feel my emotions fluctuate a bit when I hear Bob's voice like that.
"Bob, calm down, what's going on?"
"Miss Lester accidentally fell down the stairs!"
At least, my heart missed a beat the moment I heard the news. I could barely process such information anymore, and finally, it was after Bob's call that I came back to my senses.
"Is she badly hurt?" I no longer cared if my meeting was going to continue, and asked Bob as I headed downstairs.
At this time, I began to feel that the company's elevator was not too slow.
Landon came running up from behind and I gave him a look and ignored it.
"Mr. Raphael - is something wrong with you? Do you want me to cancel the meeting?"
I took a deep breath, then waved my hand at him, "Cancel it, the meeting will be made upon the fly, and have the driver bring my car to the door."
My face was bound to be very ugly, but even though Landon looked like he had something else to say, he remained silent, nodded, and then turned to walk away.
At this time, the door of the elevator finally opened.
As for how exactly I drove from the office to the hospital where Lena was, I didn't completely come back to my senses until I was standing in front of the hospital's main entrance.
Bob was already waiting outside the ward, he was not young and it looked like the incident had scared him enough.
"What is the situation and what did the doctor say."
Bob lowered his head, he kept rubbing his palms: "Miss Lester is now resting, the doctor said there is no injury to important parts, there is no fracture, but some slight misalignment, and there are just some serious bruises on the body, the probability ......"
"What?"
"The odds are that it will leave a scar."
A woman's body is also a woman's face, as anyone knows, but Bob probably thought I would care about that, but in reality, I was relieved to hear Bob say that her life was not in danger.
Only, I didn't show such emotions.
"Why is she injured?"
That's what I'm more concerned about.
Bob looked even more nervous as he sighed and then started shaking his head.
"Mr. Raphael, I asked Martha to assign her a job as you requested, but I didn't expect Martha to assign her such a job ......"
It was clear to me that Bob, with this reaction, was worried that he would be dismissed from my job.
When an accident like this occurs, it really should pay the price it deserves.
I walked to the door of the ward, and inside the ward, Lena was lying on the hospital bed, sleeping very quietly.
Her look is really quiet, this look, has overlapped with my memories of Lena.
The moment I learned that she was injured, I realized somewhat that the situation was now somewhat ungraspable, and I seemed to have fallen in love with this woman again.
But it shouldn't be.
My gaze sank as Bob, next to me, kept quiet and waited for my reply.
I raised an eyebrow, and my face remained expressionless.
Then I reached up and patted Bob's shoulder: "Relax, Bob, it's not your fault, Martha can do the job, and she should do it well."
Bob nodded, his face having eased with a quick smile, "Yes, Mr. Raphael, but would you like me to help you with Martha?"
I didn't say anything, but Bob kept staring at me.
"Why do you want to deal with Martha?" I asked, cocking my head at Bob and just asking softly in return.
Naturally, Bob understood what I meant.
"She just did what she had to do, tell her for me that she doesn't have to worry too much, you can go back now, I'll do it here."
Bob introduced me to Lena a few more times, and I pushed the door open and walked in, where she was still very quietly asleep.
I did not allow myself to sink so easily, I had already made that mistake once.
What magic Lena has to make me let go like this, I simply can't figure out.
But the fact that I can see her every day already gives me the energy to think about what once was.
Until this thing happened.
I began to wonder if this was another conspiracy that Lena had secretly planned.
Approach me again, then betray me again.
I lowered my head close to her and lightly pressed my forehead against Lena's glossy forehead. Her eyelashes were long and thick, and she looked very cute after she was asleep.
"Lena, what exactly is your purpose?"
(Lena's POV)
I couldn't understand why Martha was giving me that look. The pain was about to swallow me up, I could feel the sweat running down my cheeks, and I wanted to speak, but my throat felt like it was being choked.
I held on to my last strength and waited for the doctor to lift me onto the stretcher, the pain was about to tear me apart, I felt the pain on my skin, it felt like my whole body was on fire, just faintly I heard someone telling me to hold on.
Tears fell from my eyes as I felt the bumps in the road and the cold white of the hospital made me uncontrollably scared.
I suddenly began to think about Raphael and all that he had done for me.
It turns out that the only person I can rely on is him.
After that, after the wound was treated and the body was checked, I was dropped the needle by the nurse and just fell into a deep sleep.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw Rafael sitting on the edge of my bed, looking out the window, wondering what he was thinking.
I did not make a sound to disturb him.
It also does not want to disturb me.
Raphael once told me that he liked to meditate, not because he was too bored, but would only keep emptying himself after something happened.
Later, I rarely saw Raphael like this again.
I tried to move my body, but, because I had been lying down for too long, I couldn't sit up.
My body still hurt after the fall down the stairs, even though the wounds had been treated a lot.
Rafael heard my movement and he turned back to meet my gaze.
"There are times when I really can't tell if you're intentionally trying to get my attention or not, which is why you can't even do something like this well."
Hearing this, I recoiled a little in reaction.
Is this thing my fault?
I suddenly remembered Martha's gaze and behavior and finally narrowed my eyes, "Rafael, you think I wanted to fall?"
Raphael grunted lightly, "I didn't say that."
But he does feel the same way.
I bristled and didn't say anything for a moment as he got up and walked over to my bedside and reached out and lifted my chin.
I was forced to meet his eyes, and when I tried to duck my head away, he noticed it first.
God, can he not always deprive me of my will.
I closed my eyes somewhat helplessly.
"Lena, you have a physical injury that may follow you for the rest of your life."
What does this mean?
When I heard these words, my heart was first stunned for a moment, and then, only slowly opened my eyes to look at him.
"With me for life, what does that mean?"
Rafael put his hand back without expression, and when he looked down at me, I was very surprised to find that there was a very tender glow in his eyes.
I don't think I've seen that look from him in a long time.
"The doctor said that those scrapes you received may leave scars in the future, if you want, I can find you a beautician to help you get rid of the scars, of course, if you think these are unnecessary, I won't waste my time for you."
Raphael's voice was soft and seemed to be whispering something, and if I didn't know everything about it, I might have thought he loved me too.
But while I was moved by it, there was quite a bit of heartache.
"But Raphael, shouldn't you help me punish the people who did this to me?"
My voice trembled, and when I looked at him, my eyes unknowingly filled with tears again.
"Okay, so tell me, who is the person who did this to you? And, beg me."
I took a deep breath, "I don't know."
I don't know who it is, I only know that Masha is the most suspicious, but I have no evidence in my hands, it is impossible to accuse her casually, and, will Raphael help me?
It's not unreasonable for me to be so skeptical.
Rafael told me to recuperate my wounds first, and then he left.
That evening, he sent someone to take me back to his residence and ordered me not to go out for a few days.
I couldn't go out at all, he always guarded me too much, and to this day, I haven't figured out why Rafael misunderstood my feelings for William.
As I was walking up the stairs, I realized just how badly I had been hurt.
After trying to walk a few steps, I found that indeed I might not be able to finish the stairs and had to stop. Rafael, who had been walking in front of me, realized that I was not following and also stopped.
He turned to look at me, and this time, Martha appeared on the second floor.
Rafael ignored Masha and his greeting, but walked down to me and took me directly into his arms.
He didn't even look at me, I just looked at him quietly like that, and suddenly felt that, even as his pet, there is nothing wrong with it.
I would not have been able to control my feelings.