Chapter 42: Chapter 42

WHEELS OF CHANGE

Janelle saw the blood drain off his face, his face turned pale white and saw his fist clench tremulously, he was going to cause a scene, in her head she was already depicting his next move, moving close to him, she covered her hands in his, pleading with him to keep calm.

Turning to her with a glare on his face, he removed her hands from his, "Woman, you would not tell me what to do!" he growled harshly.

She immediately moved away from him like though she was scorched by the close proximity of him, since she came to Qatar, he had never been this protective of her, she felt her heart warm up, yet, she still didn't want him to cause a scene.

Standing up from the soft cushion, she bent down and greeted Farouq with a smile on her face like the Islamists do.

"The WHORE has finally gotten a bit of home training." Farouq grinned, he was trying to piss Rashid off and Yes, he really was doing a good work there, cause Rashid was getting fuelled up by him.

"MY WIFE." Rashid corrected, warning him from pushing him over the edge.

"The WHORE." Farouq repeated again.

"MY WHORE." Rashid bawled.

"Yes, she's my WHORE." he repeated again, "I would make it known to the press that MY WHORE is back...," he paused turning to look at her, before he continued, "For good."

Janelle swallowed immediately, alarmed by the way he tackled the situation wisely and moreso defended her from the crude remark of the man before her.

Farouq seeing that there was no dragging of topic again, he submitted, he scratched the stubble on his jaw with a hardening face that escalated as he looked over at Janelle.

"You won." Farouq said.

Janelle's hands crept it's way to Rashids', as he turned to look at her, barely acknowledging her, "T-thank you." she mumbled.

"Don't." he dismissed her, standing up from the cushion and walking over to Farouq.

"You had a chance to marry my daughter, Abla, but you decided to go for that ehh, even when you know the heritage of your ancestors is on the line ehh...

"Your ancestors too. Moreover, I chose wisely. THAT over there is who I would choose over and over AGAIN, even with a gun on my forehead, I would rather die than opt for Abla." Rashid replied perfunctorily.

"Very stubborn ehh?, Just like your father. Now watch as you loose everything. You brought THAT thing over there for me to see ehh?, Hate to admit it, but she's a fine ass, would be good for the Dons in the club, moreso when you breed her and you get tired of her. I'm only but a phone call away, the men like the breeding ones, their skins are smooth and their breasts full and lush, always horny, never tired and could make to satisfy an ORGY." Farouq taunted, before bursting into an endless fit of chortles, but he didn't see that coming when Rashid curved his hands around his neck.

The restraint Rashid had been clinging onto set loose, he could hurt Janelle, but he wouldn't sit and watch someone else make caricature of his Wife, it was sickening and a blow to his ego.

He held onto his neck, choking him, the man's eyes rolled to the back of his head, yet, Rashid wasn't about to stop. He wanted to kill the man, he didn't know when to keep his mouth shut and Rashid wanted to teach him how to.

Janelle seeing the scene before her, rushed to Rashids' side immediately, speaking soft words to him, pleading with him to let Farouq go, but he didn't budge and Farouq was making it worse, even in the current situation of his, he was smiling wickedly, enraging the already raged Rashid.

Knowing that her words weren't penetrating, she began pushing him away from Farouq with her little hand and body, TRYING to remove Rashids' firm hold around Farouq's neck, when Rashid pushed her unceremoniously to the tiled floor, earning a loud gasp from her, until he had smashed the man's face with countless blows and heard the breaking of bones, did he get hold of himself.

Turning away from him, his eyes came to meet Janelle's, she was bunched up at a corner, holding onto the side of her ribcage and waist, sobbing lightly with her hair in disarray and her head cradled between her thighs.

"Fûck!" Rashid cursed, walking over briskly to Janelle as he bent down and scooped her up in his arms, she was barely conscious.

He scooped her up in his arms and left Farouq's private Lounge, not caring to look back at the unconscious figure draped thickly on the floor, grunting loudly and endlessly in pain.

Taking the closest route to where his car and his bodyguards were, he saw Farouq's men trooping inside to where the man laid.

"You all better be fast, he's on the verge of meeting his ancestors." he growled at them.

Looking at the pretty, little woman in his arms, he growled softly, cursing himself for not listening to the woman when she pleaded with him to get hold of himself.

He ducked his head low as he kissed her firmly on her forehead, "Stay with me Baby." he cooed. He was afraid, very scared of loosing her. Asides the first time when she left him, six years ago, this was the second time, he felt his heart shattering and yelling at him, cursing him for what would happen to him if he looses her AGAIN.

Dargok walked briskly towards Rashid, as he held out his hands to take Janelle into his arms, Rashid eyed him warily before growling.

"Let me help you." Dargok maintained.

"Move over, I..... she's not a burden to me." Rashid said gruffly, Dargok seeing the sudden change in him did as he was told immediately.

He opened the car immediately as Rashid placed her inside and walked in, yet he scooped her into his arms, lifting her to his thighs and carrying her like a baby.

"Baby, please stay with me." Rashid groaned, dropping wet, warm kisses over her face.

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Rashid walked tro and fro the private sector in the hospital continuously, he needed to see her, he wanted nothing to happen to her, he was assured by the Indian Doctor that nothing would happen, yet, he was scared.

Once the Doctor came out, he walked gingerly to his side, "How is she?, Is she better?, Talk to me!" he snapped at the Old man who was already scared of the big, burly man throwing different questions at him.

"She-she would be okay... unconscious for a while, let's say a week or two, but not more than. She hit herself against a very sharp edge, which in turn affected her rib and the juncture was punctured, but it has already been taken care of, her waist which swelled has been taken care of, it already drastically reduced." he said, dropping every information Rashid needed to hear.

"You said she would be unconscious for weeks?" he questioned, hands by both sides of his hips and his thick brows arched.

"Yes, Mr Rashid." the doctor replied.

Rashid immediately walked out of the man's presence, he couldn't bear to see Janelle in pain, he was sure once she got better, she would curse him endlessly for putting her through this excruciating pain.

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Janelle woke up with a start, as the bright lights made her squint her eyes, she looked around, everywhere was draped in white and the smell of the room made her stomach churn in distaste, she suddenly felt the urge to puke, she retched and retched, yet nothing came out. She has a great dislike for hospitals.

She tried to sit up when she felt a slight pain jab at her punctured rib, which was healing quite rapidly.

She saw strings attached to some parts of her body, after which blaring sound started from a device beside her, immediately two nurses and a doctor rushed into the room.

"Where am I?" she asked in a raspy tone.

"You had a punctured rib and a swollen waist after which you fell into unconsciousness." the doctor explained.

"How many days have I been here?", she questioned.

"Twenty three days." the two nurses said in unison.

"Twenty three what!" she snapped, her eyes widened over the confirmation of the nurses.

"I too was surprised, I estimated not more than two weeks, seeing you in this exact position, not lifting a limb made me scared at some point. Not scared that you would die, Neigh, but scared that you could be unconscious for up to a year. It's a miracle." the doctor smiled, a wide one.

She felt a dull ache in her head, after which memories of that day began rushing in, she smiled weakly, remembering how Rashid had defended her, not withstanding he was the person that put her in her current situation.

"And Rashid?." she questioned.

"He er-erm." the nurse was looking for a perfect lie to tell her, but Janelle was no fool, already she figured out what had happened.

Rashid had dropped her in the hospital and never came to visit her, not even for once. Her eyes welled up in tears, it was damn hard for her to figure the man out, one time he was harsh and hard on her, using all vile words on her, another time he was in a defensive mode, making sure no one said bad of her.

"Do you need anything Madam?" the doctor asked.

Then she thought, "If he wouldn't see me, then I would want to see him." coming to a conclusion, she told the doctor what she needed.

"I need to see him, the man who brought me here, Mr Rashid."