Chapter 29: Chapter 29

“This is certainly bad.” one of the maids shook their head. A hint of vexation was evident in their expression. They all rushed towards Harry’s side.

I was confused about what was happening. Why is he drunk? Did something terrible happen? Luckily he manages to get home safely if he’s drunk, though. Instead of going upstairs into the room, I slowly stepped closer, trying to take a peek at what was going on.

“Sir, you need to-”

“Get that thing away from me!”

A loud screeching noise of shattering glasses echoed in the whole area. My eyes widened, and my heart pounded quickly. Taking a step back. Should I retreat to my lair? Harry looks so drunk and pissed off, though.

“Oh god, something happened again.” one of the maids standing beside me whispered, shaking her head.

“What do you mean?” I asked, whispering closer to her ear so we wouldn’t be heard at the back. The whole house filled with silence, that’s why.

“Well, truth is ma’am-”

“Who’s talking?! Shut up!”

His thunderous voice startled me. I swallowed the tension in my throat, looking above to see Harry standing up, looking around the whole space. The maids took a step back, away from him. Even I did the same thing. I thought he would do something that would cause havoc in this place when he suddenly fell down on the couch, resting his body. Minutes later, he dozed off, snoring a little. The maids breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Thank god he passed out.” the maids breathed out, holding their breath the whole situation.

The maids turned on their heels, leaving him. I looked to my left and right, confused about where they were going. Aren’t they going to clean him? He reeks alcohol even from this spot where I stand.

“What are you still doing there, Ma’am?”

I flinched when I heard a voice in front. I slowly turned my head around to see the man who announced earlier Harry’s arrival. He was closing the doors, barricading them. I scratch my arms, pointing at Harry, who was still sound asleep on the couch.

“I was wondering why the maids aren’t taking care of him and just left him there?” I asked since Harry is the one who lives in this house, and practically they are his helpers. They should have cleaned him up before dragging him into a more comfortable space. Besides, Harry is tall, so his feet were sticking out of the couch’s hand rest.

The man smiled, placing his hands behind him before walking closer to me.

“It was Sir Harry’s request not to touch him whenever he’s in that situation. If ever, he also requested to give him his anti-psychotic medicine or the sleeping pills that would tone him down.”

I was taken aback by what he said. I blinked, trying to process his words. The man saw my curiosity, so he explained further.

“Sir Harry is violent every time he’s drunk. He can’t control it. Last time he accidentally threw a vase at one of our old maids. He was apologetic when he gave the maid one of his house and fortune.”

My mouth almost dropped to the floor at what he had just said. The man laughed, closing my mouth. The gesture made my cheeks blush furiously in embarrassment. I looked away, coughing slightly.

“S-so, he’s that rich?”

The man laughed at my reaction while shaking his head. I frowned, my brows furrowed. Can he blame my response? I don’t know Harry, and this is my first time seeing him like this. I don’t know much about him besides he owns this house, and his name is Harry.

“He’s the most wealthy CEO in the world.” he pressed the word ‘almost’ as if he’s telling me to take notes about his master’s character.

“He owns multiple businesses, enterprises, establishments…he’s walking money. He can buy whatever he likes in just a snap, and he’s only twenty-nine years old now. He achieved so much at a young age.” the man smiled, halting from his tracks to stare at Harry, who had no idea we were talking about him.

“Not only that, he’s actually a generous fine young man. He has a heart of gold, a truly humbled person if you’d asked me.”

He breathed out suddenly his mood shifted. The ambiance around him became gloomy, and I wondered what he was thinking.

“Something happened, and only Sir Harry can tell the tale.” the man patted my shoulder, leaving me behind.

“You should take a rest, Ma’am. It’s getting late,” he said before disappearing in sight.

I was left alone in the middle, staring directly at Harry. I couldn’t help but think deeply about what the man had said about Harry’s past. My perspective of him changed, and now I am sure I am a rat beside him.

I sighed, about to leave him alone, when he groaned.

“Allah…I’m sorry….”

My body froze, and I swallowed in fear. He’s talking. Is he awake? I slowly turned around, looking behind me to see him shifting from his position while mumbling some unrecognizable words. He’s probably having a nightmare. I looked around the living room and noticed no one was there aside from me.

I bit my lower lip, fighting the urge to let him alone there. I sighed in defeat, crossing the gap between us before sitting on the couch’s edge to touch his forehead. I flinched when I felt he was burning a little. What did this man do out there aside from drinking? I searched for something on his body before I felt up to something on the back of his head.

My brows furrowed when I slowly lifted my hand to see blood dripping. My eyes widen in fear.

“Oh god, you’re bleeding! Did you pick up a fight?” I asked him, and I wanted to slap myself since I knew he wouldn’t say anything.

I had to do something! I stood up and ran towards the kitchen to find something useful to help me clean his wounds. I gather the necessary materials since everything is complete and in order before rushing back to his place. I tap his cheeks, and he’s still passed out. I couldn’t clean him while laying down here. I need to push him to sit straight on the couch. I exhaled, preparing myself. I just hope he won’t smack me or anything.

I counted one to three before lifting his body up, resting his back on the rest. Good thing it didn’t wake him up. I grab the cotton towel before dumping it gently and slowly into the bowl filled with hot water. I moved his head a little, damping it slightly. The cut wasn’t that deep, but still, it needs to get treated, or otherwise, he has an infection.

“Allah…”

He’s mumbling the same name again. Is that the name of his girlfriend? It sounds lovely. When I was done treating his back head, I wrapped a small bandage around his head. I put down the scissors, glancing down at his body. He actually needs to cool down since he’s burning a little. I turned around and was about to prepare the cold towel when suddenly I felt a strong pair of arms wrapping around my waist.

“You’re here….”

My whole body stiffened when I looked back and saw Harry was hugging me. He’s awake! His eyes were hooded, and I noticed how long his lashes were. His cheeks were burning red from the alcohol rushing into his system.

“Harry, let go of me. I need to” he buried his face on my back, chuckling. I groaned in pain before pushing him. This man is unbelievable.

I successfully escaped his grip, and he passed out again, snoring loudly this time. I shook my head, snickering before fetching some cold water. When I returned, I placed the bowl on the ground, kneeling closer to his face. I stroked his hair upward so that I could see his face clearly.

I stopped for a moment, taking a look at his features. It’s shocking to know about his background since he doesn’t carry a heavy ambiance around him. He looks very approachable and easy to be with. I also noticed no one lives here aside from him. I mean, the helpers are excluded.

Doesn’t he have a family? He could have at least three children at his age, though, but then I recalled what the man had told me earlier. He’s probably talking about Harry’s family before. I shook my head, snapping me back to reality. You need to focus, Natasha. You have to clean him.

I sighed before dropping the towel into the cold water and caressing it on his forehead. Harry shivered, then sneezed right in front of me, and because it was unpredictable, I didn’t dodge it. Guess I have to wash my face before going to bed.

I stroked his whole face with the cold towel so it would help his temperature. When I was one with his face, I looked down at his body, thinking about what should I do with the clothes.

Not that I want to strip him down but to help his blood circulates while he’s sleeping. He’s still wearing corporate attire and probably went to his office before going out with his girlfriend. I should loosen the tie and take off his shoes. I first did it with the coat. Even if it’s air-conditioned inside, his body still needs to breathe.

I took off his socks and was about to unbutton the first three buttons on his white long sleeve when his eyes opened and met mine. I paused, unable to move. I stood there, waiting for him to say something when his eyes traveled down to my hands that were unbuttoning his sleeve. From a moment there, looks like he went back to his normal sanity.

“Natasha? What are you doing?!”