You Are The Apple of My Eyes

Tim carefully put Michelle on the bed. As soon as he released her arm, she crawled out of the bed from the other side.

"Why are you running?" With a frown, Tim grabbed her ankle and pulled her back. He ordered, "Lie down!"

"Don't touch me!" Michelle waved her fists and feet in a hurry, trying to break free from his big hands.

All she could think about was that she couldn't let Tim succeed.

As she struggled, her wound reopened, and the blood broke through the solidified layer of blood on the surface of her skin and dripped on the black quilt. Michelle's hair was disheveled and plastered against her face. Tears were streaming down her face, and fear soon overwhelmed her heart.

She couldn't get rid of him!

No matter how hard she tried!

Boo... Hoo...

"Tim, don't be like this. Let's have a talk, okay? I will give you whatever you want. Please let me go."

Michelle's eyes were swollen from crying, and her voice became hoarse because of constant shouting. She looked helpless and pitiful.

"If you don't struggle, I'll let you go," said Tim in a low voice.

"R...Really?" Michelle choked with sobs.

Tim nodded. Michelle looked at him for a while and seemed to have made up her mind to stop struggling.

Gradually, Tim loosened his grip, turned around and went out the room. When he came back, he had a medical kit in his hand. When he opened the door, he didn't see Michelle, nor did the quilt on the bed. He looked around and knew that there was no place for Michelle to hide herself at all.

When he approached the bedside, he saw that Michelle, wrapped in a quilt, curled up in the corner, her body trembling and her mouth whimpering.

Tim squatted down. As he placed the medical kit on the floor, it made a sound. Michelle was so shocked that she raised her eyes suddenly with a flushed face. When she saw the face of Tim, she shrank back in panic.

"Can you... Can you not touch me? I can give you money. I will give you all my money."

Her soft voice trembled helplessly.

"Do you really hate me so much?" Tim looked at her deeply.

He reached out to grab Michelle's hand, but the latter was unwilling to touch him. She tried her best to retreat, but she was like a lamb to be slaughtered, unable to resist at all. She could only let him grab her hand.

Tears streamed down her face, and her cries became more miserable, as if his words had sent her into the depths of despair. Hearing this, Tim felt painful in his heart.

He rolled up Michelle's sleeve, and when he saw the two wounds, his heart ache.

"I'm not a kidnapper. I don't need your money but..." Tim stopped and couldn't finish his words.

After a pause, he said in a low voice, "I don't want your money. I just want you." He raised his eyes and said seriously, "I'll exchange my money, my life and all my things with you. Can you be my woman?" "No way!" Michelle was so scared that she wanted to withdraw her hand and hide, but it was pulled tightly by Tim.

He said with a fiendish look, "Don't move!"

Michelle didn't dare to move.

Realizing that he looked too fierce, Tim had no choice but to soften his tone and said, "Don't move. I'll disinfect and clean the wound on your hand first, and then bandage it for you. Otherwise, it will cause a fever if the wound is infected."

He took out the disinfecting alcohol from the medical kit.

"You are sick and your body is so hot. I called the doctor just now. Don't be afraid."

Michelle's head kept buzzing, and a strange desire was burning in her body. She didn't hear clearly what Tim was talking about at all.

She felt like she was grilled on a fire. She needed ice water or something that could put out the fire.

However, she could no longer stand up. The only person she could ask for help was Tim, but he would never help her.

But she still wanted to have a try. She looked at Tim timidly and said, "I... I want..."

"What?" Tim raised his head and looked at her as he picked up a ball of cotton with a pair of tweezers after he dipped it into the alcohol. "Don't move. I'll disinfect the wound for you."

When the cotton stained with alcohol touched Michelle's skin around the wound, she felt a little cold and her consciousness seemed to have recovered a little.

After the blood stains was almost cleaned up, he changed the cotton and dipped it into the alcohol to disinfect her wound again.

As soon as her wound touched the alcohol, it hurt so much that Michelle burst into tears. She tried to withdraw her hand, but was held tightly by Tim.

"Ouch, it hurts..." The pain of the wound could indeed make her temporarily have a clear mind, but it also aggravated the pain in her body and heart.

She cried out of breath.

Tim frowned. He was already very gentle.

If it were him, he would pour the alcohol to wash his wound and pull a piece of cloth to wrap it up.

This was how he treated his wound when he was injured, and so did others. No matter it was man or woman, in such life-and-death moment, they had time to give a gentle treatment to their wounds. As long as the wound was disinfected and stopped bleeding, it would be okay.

Michelle was very delicate, but he still liked her very much. He was willing to touch the wound lightly, and even blew on the wound in a clumsy manner, just to make her feel better.

After the bandage was done, Tim carried her back to the bed.

Michelle had almost lost her consciousness. She looked at the bright light on the ceiling with blurred eyes and kept murmuring, "No, no, don't touch me..."

Tim stretched out his hand and touched her forehead. It seemed that she was ill and couldn't even think clearly now.

Seeing that the doctor hadn't arrived yet, Tim had to go out to see what was going on. The doctor had already arrived at the door, but he was chatting with Fred at the door.

Tim was angry as he walked up to the doctor. "Why don't you come to me since you have arrived?"

"Oh, Mr. Shen, are you done?" Fred turned his head with a smile, as if he didn't notice that Tim was angry. "Now that it's over, doctor, you'd better go there quickly."

The doctor wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said, "Okay."

In fact, he didn't think it was useless for him, a surgeon, to go there. What he could do was to tell Tim not to have sex recently and prescribe some medicine for his swelling and inflammation.

Of course, if Tim had a fierce sex this time and there were bruises on his body, he had to prescribe more medicine.

Fred then asked, "How's it going, Mr. Shen? Have you tamed her?"

Tim didn't understand what Fred meant and looked at him.

"This woman is stubborn. She can only be tamed by hard tactics." Fred smiled and shared his experience, "Generally speaking, it's easy for a woman to trust a man after they had sex. Don't worry, Mr. Shen. She will definitely be with you obediently from now on."

"What did you do?" Tim frowned and asked coldly as he guessed that something was wrong.

Fred was stunned. I just let her..."

"Fuck!" Tim then kicked Fred's belly with all his strength and he was threw half a meter away.

"Bang!" He then fell to the ground.

Fred's internal organs shuddered with fear. "Mr. Shen..."

Hearing the sound, the doctor stopped and turned around. He saw that Tim walked to Fred, grabbed his collar with one hand, and forced him to raise his head.

"How dare you give her that kind of drug? I'll kill you today!" No wonder Michelle's body was so hot today. It turned out that it was Fred who did it.

Tim punched Fred heavily. Before Fred could react, he fell down again. He spat a mouthful of blood, and there was a white tooth in the pool of blood.

The doctor frowned and crinkled his face with terror. He couldn't bear to look straight at Fred's miserable face.

At this moment, the female housekeeper came in a hurry. She only took a look at Fred on the ground and did not have time to ask.

"Mr. Shen, run! Please leave here now!" She said in a panic, "I just saw someone sneaking on the island. It seems to be the police." "Police?" Tim kicked Fred again and frowned.

""""I'm not sure if it's the police or not. I've observed them secretly. They all have electric batons in their hands, and it seemed that they are all well-trained police and advanced on us. Even if they are not police, we can't afford to offend them!" The housekeeper turned around and closed the door. "Our people are not here. The people on the island are all powerless. We can't have any advantages. Please hurry up. Run away from the back of the house and go down the sea from the cliff. I have prepared a boat."

"It's Leon." Said Tim with certainty.

He frowned deeper. "Why are they here so soon? Is it because Paula had exposed me?"

He couldn't think of any other possibility except that Paula had betrayed him. He immediately scolded coldly in a low voice, "What a loser!"

"Let's go, Mr. Shen." Urged the housekeeper.

"Take her with us."