Daddy CEO's Beloved Wife

Chapter 553  A Meal with the Devil (1)

Alina was in complete disbelief at the current situation she found herself in. The man's hand hovered above her chest, where her heart was located, and he was applying pressure as if he couldn't wait to squeeze her heart out of her chest and turn it into mush. But in turn, because of his reckless and possibly ruthless action, her left breast was at his complete mercy. No matter how other people view it, this man certainly harassed a patient. But both he and Alina knew it was far from that. But strangely, despite knowing her dire situation, where she could die at the very hands of her enemy, Alina couldn't stop her body from responding to his touch. Stupid womanly desires! Alina scolded herself. Coupled with the cold temperature inside the room and the voice of the man, as well as the possible danger lurking just right above her chest, it was impossible for her not to shiver. Thankfully, the man didn't notice how her nipples perked up to meet the skin of his palm as he nonchalantly released her poor breast from his grasp and stepped back. He chuckled. "Good night, Miss Alina."

His voice slowly grew distant as he turned away and left the room. Rewarded with silence, Alina breathed a sigh of relief before tensing up. How long had she been held captive? And how many days have passed since her last call to Ran Xueyi?

Remembering how she had called her best friend while she was on the run, Alina felt guilty for dragging Ran Xueyi into this situation. Whether she liked it or not, her call must have rattled Ran Xueyi a lot. Although her purpose for that call was to warn Ran Xueyi to be careful, Alina knew that Ran Xueyi would surely come to her rescue. Shit. If only she had enough time and her circumstances weren't rushed, she could've told Ran Xueyi not to come to her rescue. Now, aside from being held hostage underground, she needed to find a way to contact Ran Xueyi and tell her not to find her. But how was she supposed to do that when she couldn't even move her body? n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Before Alina could think of a plan, the anesthesia in her system finally worked again, rendering her asleep. 'Sssk.'

When she woke up again, Alina furrowed her eyebrows as the first light came searing into her eyes, almost blinding her.

Then she felt something wriggling between her legs.

It was soft, warm, and alive. Still feeling weak from her injuries, Alina struggled to sit up. She scanned the ceiling above her first, where the lights were on full blast, and finally set her eyes on the living thing between her legs. Between her legs, which were covered with a white blanket, was a small hill. It kept moving, but aside from the soft rustle of the blanket rubbing against skin, there was a mewl coming from that slight bulge. Assuming the worst, Alina slowly lifted the blanket from her legs. As if startled by the sudden movement, the thing stopped moving to look above it, where the blanket should have been. Met with a pair of the softest and cutest golden eyes, Alina couldn't properly find the right emotion or words to express her shock. Because between her legs was a white arctic fox. The thick and soft fur touched her bare legs as it became alert. With curious eyes, the white fox slowly stepped forward, getting closer to her until there was a tiny space between them.

How did it get here? Alina knew she always had a soft spot for soft and adorable animals. She also had a few pets in her mansion, but she never saw a white arctic fox so up close. Thus, without thinking, her hand reached to touch the fox's soft fur.

"If I were you, I wouldn't pet him."

Just then, a voice came from somewhere inside the room. Shocked by the sudden sound of a person beside herself, Alina whipped her head in that direction and found herself face to face with a man sitting on a single-seater sofa a few feet away from the bed.

Indifferent to her shock, the man continued to say, "He's a wild white fox. A butcher previously captured him and planned to skin and sell his meat to the market. He doesn't like humans and ripped the hand of one of my men who tried to pet him." He paused and gave the fox a look that counted as a parent taking pride in their child's conquest. "It took me a while to tame him."

Still with a hand in mid-air, Alina narrowed her eyes at him and asked, "Then why bring it here?"

If he already knew that it was so dangerous and untameable, why did this man bring the fox to a room where a patient resided? To intimidate her? Alina didn't think it was for that kind of reason. The man's overwhelming presence, even though he was just sitting there, looking harmless and laid-back, was enough to intimidate a world martial arts champion into averting their eyes like a scared squirrel. Alina took some time to take in his appearance. He was a handsome man with green eyes, reminiscent of a vibrant forest, and silver hair that was meticulously slicked back. His fur coat over his slim-fitted cream three-piece suit effortlessly made him look regal and sophisticated, almost like he was made to pose for a photoshoot. "Had enough?" "What?" Alina asked, raising her eyes to meet his. "You're staying at me so much that I'm starting to suspect you're having other intentions for me." He grinned at her. Fighting off the blush that crept up her cheeks for being caught staring, Alina gritted her teeth and said, "Fuck you. You're the one who suddenly grabbed my breast while I was sleeping."

"Correction, you weren't sleeping." The man slightly tilted his head to the side and smirked, as if pointing out the obvious. He stood up from the chair, and Alina almost swore the moment she realized how tall he was. Standing almost at the height of 2 meters, the man was a menace. Just him standing still made her feel like the room was overcrowded. Now, he was moving closer to her, making her heart pound against her ribs with fear. He reached toward her. Alina swallowed, expecting the worst from him, when his hand suddenly went past her and moved in another direction. Then she saw him pinching the scuffle of the fox and raising it up to his arms, cradling it like a baby. The fox mewled submissively at his grasp and struggled to get out of his grasp. But the man didn't let it go. He said without taking his eyes off her, "If you're able to move, do you care to have a meal with me?"