It was raining outside.
9 pm at night...
A black Mercedes stopped at the side of the road and a man came out opening the door of the car, walked to the other side holding an umbrella. He stood straight and opened the door to the back seat.
Wearing a black suit with a great taste, mesmerisingly handsome man, came out of the other side. He was tall and his face was flawless and charming with black shining hair and deep dark eyes.
He stood straight in front of his vehicle, emitting an invincible aura. The halo made him look like a God descending from heaven.
He looked at the girl lying lifeless at the roadside. She was young and her face was beautiful. She clenched a bag in her hand tightly so as to not let go. Her limbs were shaking perhaps because of cold but she wasn't conscious.
He even noticed scars and bruises as if she has struggled hard.
The raindrops falling on her, made her drenched, her dress was all soiled and muddy.
"Who is she? Is there anyone around, go and search."
The assistant went to look. Searching the whole area only to find nothing, the assistant returned and reported.
"Director Lyle there is no one around."
Devian nodded and picked the girl up. He turned around and said to the special assistant "Head back to Lyle mansion, Victorville."
The special assistant, Dean Rian, was stunt for a while and could not believe his sight. He rubbed his eyes to confirm that he wasn't hallucinating.
An act of stupidity yet his master seemed to feel no emotions at all. Not a sign of smile. Sigh!
His director was a germophobe!
Anybody will be stunned. How can his germophobe director pick up this girl randomly and ask to head back. It was seriously something... Unbelievable!
Devian raised his eyebrows slightly.
Dean saw his director's cold look and rushed towards the car to open the door. Devian put the girl inside cautiously, preventing any further injuries. He went to the other side and sat in the car.
Special assistant, Dean Rian, drove the car back to the residence. Devian came out picked the girl up and went inside.
The Villa was very exquisite with every facilities and a huge garden in front. The interior was sort of boring dull colours but because of the mild night lights, it gave off a warm feeling.
As Devian Lyle entered the living room there was a doctor waiting inside as he was already informed by the special assistant. He greeted Devian politely, "Director Lyle".
The doctor must also be shocked, isn't it?
How come his director who has never let any women approach him, suddenly brought a girl that too in his arms?!
Too shocking to be accepted!
Devian put the girl on the couch gently and stepped aside. The doctor then examined the wound on her body. He turned towards Devian and reported.
"President, the cause of these wounds seem to be deliberate struggle. She has been hit by something on a crucial part of her head. Although the wound isn't deep or threatening, this may cause a memory loss."
The doctor prescribed some medicines and politely left.
Devian then picked the girl up, took her to the bedroom and put her on the bed, gently. He glanced at her once then went out. Just as he left a middle aged woman came in. She gently cleaned the girl then after putting a neat dress on her, she left.
She came out to the living room and reported to Devian, "Master I have cleaned and tidied the girl"
Devian nodded and walked inside the room. He sat down on the couch, picked a file and started reading it.
Suddenly he heard the girl saying, "Stop, no stop, stop the fire, somebody please help"
Devian walked towards the girl, gracefully. He sat down, she was still mumbling in her dreams. Devian could not help but reach out to pinch her delicate face.
He, himself, was stunt at this moment.
He can't believe what he did right now. He rather was somebody who hated girls. If not the word 'hate' that describe his feelings towards the opposite gender, it was his unwillingness to even approach them.
However this was simply... astonishing. Not only he took her inside his house, he was initiating the touch too and not once by numerous times in a short period of time.
Anybody would be stunned. Was that really true.
He touched a girl?
It_ must be sympathy... nothing else.
He tried to talk to himself in his mind. After all, what does such a small gesture represent anyway.
