Love Worth Fighting For

“Are you sure Elena doesn’t need an IV, doc?” Christian again asks Doctor Jonathan the same question who is packing his stethoscope into his bag.

“No need, young master, after the medicine I gave works the fever will go down,” answered doctor Jonathan wisely.

“But her body is very hot, doc, wouldn’t it be better to just get an IV?”

Doctor Jonathan pursed his lips. “Miss Elena is just tired and lacks sleep after taking care of her father all night in the hospital after returning from a business trip with you. All Miss Elena needs right now is rest after I gave her medicine a while ago.”

“But the heat...”

“The fever hasn’t gone down because the medicine hasn’t fully worked, sir,” Doctor Jonathan said again.

Christian, who has no medical ability, finally relents and follows doctor Jonathan’s advice not to give Elena an IV, which is not that bad.

Because his job was done, doctor Jonathan said goodbye to Christian and Mrs. Camila who had been standing at the door with Bianca, Doctor Jonathan was ushered down by Bianca to replace Mrs. Camila the host.

.....

Even though Mrs. Camila is Elena’s mother, she doesn’t dare to disturb Christian who is still sitting staring at Elena without blinking at Elena’s bed. Mrs. Camila knew enough not to disturb the atmosphere in her only daughter’s room, even though Elena didn’t say anything before but Mrs. Camila was sure that Elena and Christian’s relationship was currently strained considering how sorry and panicked Christian was when he found out Elena was sick.

“Madam...”

“Shhhh...”

“But it’s important, madam,” Bianca said again in a panic, sweat dripping from her forehead.

After dropping Doctor Jonathan home, Bianca was surprised by the appearance of many young men dressed in all black at the door. Bianca panicked then rushed into the house to tell the problem to the hostess.

“They’re my people,” Christian says quietly without taking his eyes off Elena. “They came on my orders.”

“Your men, sir?” Bianca went back to confirm that she had heard correctly.

Christian lifts his face and looks at Bianca with a piercing gaze. “Yeah, ask them to hurry up. I want to make a few changes to this room.”

“Hah?”

“Why, what’s the problem?”

Bianca shook her head quickly. “No sir, nothing.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

With a frightened face Bianca rushes downstairs to give Christian’s men access, ignoring Mrs. Camila who doesn’t do anything. Mrs Camila looks so calm and still silent even though she has heard what Christian said.

Not long after, five men dressed in black appeared from the stairs. The five of them were seen carrying large brown paper bags.

“Young master.”

Christian turns towards the door, looking at his men who are ready to work.

“Wait, I’ll lift Elena first.”

Mrs. Camila and Bianca looked confused, both of them only understood what Christian meant when they saw Christian begin to carefully lift Elena’s body off the bed.

“Go.”

The five men dressed in all black immediately went to work quickly, the five of them working according to their respective duties according to the instructions Christian gave earlier via message. Christmas, who felt Elena’s bed was too bad, then asked his men to replace the sheets and blankets in the room with new ones, knowing if a woman would like pink, Christian asked his men to bring all the substitutes in the room with pink.

After almost ten minutes the previously ordinary looking room now looks amazing with a refreshing pink interior, the most visible thing is Elena’s bed which looks so different after being fitted with pink sheets and blankets that are so soft, fragrant and warm. With the bed ready, Christian lowers Elena carefully onto the bed again. Elena, who was under the drug, really didn’t feel anything.

“You can go,” Christian says quietly.

“Yes.”

The five men who had just tidied up Elena’s room then hurriedly left the Wilson family’s house without daring to argue.

“I’ll stay here, looking after Elena. You don’t mind, do you, madam?” Christian asks softly to Mrs. Camila who still looks amazed by the drastic change in Elena’s room.

“I should be the one asking you that question sir...”

“Christian, call me by that name. Elena is my future wife, it feels really weird if you keep calling me that, madam.”

Mrs Camila smiled at Christian’s words. “Okay, I’ll call you by that nickname.”

Christian nods slowly. “Elena didn’t say anything about what happened to Mr. Wilson that night, she just forced me to come home immediately. If I had known if Mr. Wilson was sick I certainly wouldn’t have forced Elena to go to work the next day, until something like this doesn’t have to happen,” Christian says hoarsely. “I am the one who deserves to be blamed for what happened to Elena at this time.

“What happened to Elena was not anyone’s fault, this happened because of God’s plan. Elena wouldn’t be sick like this if Jody wasn’t sick that day, so stop blaming yourself, son,” said Mrs. Camila gently.

“But still it’s my fault, as a future husband I really don’t understand Elena very well.”

Mrs Camila thinning her lips, her hand slowly pats Christian’s shoulder gently. “Elena is lucky to have you,”

Christian shakes his head. “I am the lucky one to have Elena, madam.”

“Only Elena is the only woman who is still pure when I touch her, she really made me become the man who is so happy in this world for what Elena gave that night.” Christian speaks in his heart, continuing his words with a chest that feels tight with regret. If only yesterday he could have restrained himself, maybe now Elena will be fine. Elena is sick from being too tired and he is the one who is responsible for what is happening to Elena right now

Mrs. Camila is smiling broadly, she is so happy to hear Christian’s words. Seeing how Christian treats Elena makes the old woman look calm. Elena is no longer alone now, she already has someone who can take care of her.

“Get some rest, don’t let yourself get sick from taking care of Elena,” said Mrs. Camila gently.

Christian doesn’t respond to Mrs. Camila’s words, his attention has returned to Elena who just whimpered.

Not wanting to wake Elena up, Mrs. Camila then asked Bianca to leave Elena’s room.

“Honey,” Christian calls softly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry for being so stupid. I’m sorry, Elena.”

Christian’s fingers touch Elena’s cheek, which has started to turn red, gently, doctor Jonathan’s medicine has worked. Elena’s body heat started to drop.

Christian’s attention to Elena was immediately disturbed when he accidentally saw Elena’s cell phone lying on the nightstand, Christian’s face immediately looked panicked as his brain replayed the incident where he sent dozens of messages and voice messages to Elena which contained such cruel swearing. Without thinking Christian immediately grabbed Elena’s cellphone and rushed to activate it, but Christian’s intention to be able to delete dozens of inappropriate messages had to be delayed a little longer because Elena’s cellphone was running out of power. Christian’s feelings of regret are also increasing, it turns out that apart from being sick, apparently the reason Elena ignores him is because her cellphone has no power.

Not wanting Elena to find the messages, Christian immediately charges Elena’s cell phone. He had to quickly get rid of the messages before Elena saw them.

After Elena’s cell phone power had increased by 10%, Christian then activated the black cellphone. Luckily Elena didn’t set a password on her phone, so Christian didn’t have any trouble at all. Christian easily deletes unreadable messages in a short time, when he is sure that he has succeeded in solving the problem, suddenly Christian’s attention is immediately drawn to a name that often appears in incoming calls.

“Jason... the firefighter hasn’t given up yet, apparently,” Christian says emotionally when he sees the number of incoming calls on Elena’s cell phone under Jason’s name. “Elena is mine and no one else is allowed to harass her... looks like you really need to be taught a lesson, Jason.”.

***

Geneva, Switzerland.

The peace of Suri who was enjoying the morning air around her house was disturbed by a red Bugatti Veyron that suddenly stopped in front of her. Because the owner of the car uses a glass coating, Suri can’t see who is driving one of her favorite cars.

Annoyed that the car owner did not move the car in front of him, Suri decided to relent.

“It’s still too early to argue, Suri. You’d better stay away and ignore that madman.” Suri spoke to herself before finally turning around to avoid the car that was blocking her.

“Did I really not get a single chance to apologize to you, Mira?”

Suri was ready to take a step when she froze when she heard a familiar voice in her ear, her heart beat very fast when she realized the owner of the voice was approaching her.

“Stop!” Suri shouted loudly, her body immediately turned to look at the figure of a handsome man with silver hair who was smiling warmly at her.

“Don’t ever bother me again if you still want to live, Areez.” Suri’s chest rose and fell as she spoke, it was clear how hard Suri was trying to stay calm when facing Areez at this time.

Areez clenched his fists. “I didn’t come to bother you, Mira. I came because I wanted to apologize, I wanted to mend our relationship. I want to start over with you, Mira.”

Suri, who was trying hard not to faint, then stepped forward, taking a step closer to Areez. “First my name is Suri, Suri Mireya Clarke. The name I’ve mentioned many times when talking to you. Second, there’s no us between you and me. You’re a stranger who has nothing to do with me. And third, better you kept your distance from me before my father and my brother found out that you were a crazy monster who had held me captive for years. Trust me Areez, my father and my brother can be much crueler than Lucifer. So before you regret it, you better keep a safe distance from me, because I don’t want to deal with you anymore either.”