Chapter 100 Softened Heart
Pain seared through his arm, yet his mind remained lucid. He recognized the figure that had just entered the room. "It's you?" he queried, recognizing the waitress from the Imperial Nightclub.
Natalie, the waitress in question, carried a first-aid kit in her hands. Her dress, not designed for such tasks, hindered her movements, forcing her to kneel on the plush carpet. She rummaged through the kit, retrieving bandages and disinfectant. As she began tending to his wound, she was taken aback by the extent of Jamie's self-inflicted damage.
His wound was deep, and blood loss was significant.
Natalie's hands were smeared with Jamie's warm blood, causing her fingers to tremble slightly.
She inhaled deeply, a hint of fear creeping into her demeanor.
"Mr. Lawson, this might sting a bit. Please bear with it," she cautioned, pressing a disinfectant-soaked cotton ball onto his wound. She squeezed her eyes shut, seemingly unable to witness the scene.
Jamie scoffed, "Scared, yet you dare to come back?"
Natalie, too, questioned her decision to return. "You're right, I shouldn't meddle anymore," she conceded.
Jamie found Natalie perplexing. She was both foolish and naive. He had been drugged, unable to control his actions, nearly forcing himself onto her. Yet, as he gazed into her bright, clear eyes, he regained his composure. The drug's effects were potent, compelling him to inflict a wound on himself, not lethal, but enough to let blood flow. This pain was not unfamiliar to him.
He had once broken his leg. This was merely a minor injury in comparison.
What surprised him was Natalie's return.
She was undoubtedly naive, but...
Jamie observed her closed eyes, her fluttering, thick eyelashes, and for reasons he couldn't fathom, his heart softened.
He took the cotton ball and bandage from her trembling hand, tending to his wound himself. "You really do like to meddle!" he accused.
Natalie rose to her feet, "Then...I won't disturb you anymore."
'Since Jamie can handle his wound, there shouldn't be a big problem,' she thought.
As Natalie approached the door, Jamie's voice echoed behind her, "Summon Kenwin."
Recognizing the name, Natalie nodded.
She first washed her blood-stained fingers in the bathroom before seeking out Kenwin. She briefly explained the situation, leaving Kenwin's face ashen. "Thank you, miss."
"It's nothing. Mr. Lawson is still waiting for you. Hurry up," she urged.
Kenwin pushed open the door to the private room, the metallic scent of blood assaulting his senses. He rushed over to Jamie, noticing the bloodstains on the carpet and Jamie's bandaged arm. Jamie's lips were pale as he instructed Kenwin, "Find out what happened tonight."
Kenwin supported Jamie, noting his feverish temperature. "Mr. Lawson, what happened...?"
Despite the pain keeping him alert, the medication was failing to curb his desires. Struggling, Jamie demanded, "Get me a woman, a clean one."
"Yes!" Kenwin nodded.
Ten minutes later, a black extended Bentley slowly navigated the deserted streets. The car halted under a long red light. Kenwin glanced at the rearview mirror, noting the partition that separated the driver's seat from the back. From behind the partition, he could faintly hear a woman's voice.
"I... My name is Anne..."
Jamie's hoarse voice interrupted, "I don't need to know your name!"
"Ah, your arm is bleeding."
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