Mafia's Mate

Confession

>>Clio

Gently, Matthew guided me to sit on the kitchen stool. I didn't say anything, I just watched. My injured wrist, which felt a little better after soaking in hot water, rested in his careful hands. He examined it with a gentle precision, fingertips tracing the contours judging the amount of my discomfort.

My heart acted weirdly. I was so scared and frustrated until an hour ago but now I'm feeling weirdly giddy.

A soft intake of breath escaped my lips as he noted the extent of the injury. His touch, though deliberate, held a soothing quality, and reassurance. It was as if his hands carried a healing touch, which was a bit weird but somehow so calming.

After examining, he walked away.

From a nearby cabinet, he retrieved a first aid kit, came back, and sat down on the stool right next to mine. Then gently he took my hand once again and he began the process of cleaning the wound. The antiseptic sting sent a jolt through my senses, there was a cut there as well but his steady gaze refused to get distracted.

He hasn't said much since I told him I hated him.

Is he mad at me? Or is he hurt?

I pursed my lips. What do I do? I did apologize but what's an apology when I've already said something so rude...

His hand that held mine made the temperature of my skin there rise up. It made me feel a little self-conscious too.

He delicately wrapped the injured wrist in a bandage, securing it with a precision. The process was unhurried, and he was focused on the task while I on the other hand kept my eyes on him.

As he tended to my injured wrist, a subtle shift occurred within me. The warmth of his touch, the care evident in every movement, sparked a realization inside of me.

He's so handsome...

I couldn't help but stare at his face, at his jawline, his long lashes, his veiny hands, and those muscular hands.

As he worked, memories of other moments flooded my mind and my heart rate began to spike up even more. He came for me when I was sick, he stopped my murder from happening, he ignored the times I hit him, and even came to rescue me.

My chest bubbled up with warmth and that's when he finished and looked at me.

Our eyes met and my heart skipped a beat.

"Done," He said softly and I couldn't help but ask,

"Why?" I asked but his expressions didn't change and neither did he say anything. So I spoke further, "Why are you being so nice to me?" No matter how much one thought about it. It makes no sense for a boss to take care of an intern.

He looked into my eyes and I saw those dark black eyes of his silently look into mine.

"There has to be a reason for you to do this. Because it doesn't make any sense." He had his hand on mine, "Tell me," I was risking it by asking him this, "Why?"

"If I tell you why," He finally spoke to me normally, "You will have to tell me about the things I ask as well."

The place was quiet, with just the two of us staring at each other.

I knew what his questions were going to be but considering he already knows about the murder of my father and that I'm a girl, I'm sure he can dig in more and find more stuff.

The only thing I could have kept hidden was my gender and why I'm hiding it but he knows I'm a girl.

"Okay," I replied. This was a risk. But would lying about it do me any good?

Maybe if I tell him, it'll help me instead of being a threat. Maybe he can do something about keeping Zhou-Lin's mouth shut as well since they seem to be acquaintances.

A soft smile appeared on his face, "It's no rocket science or anything complicated." He replied, "It's a very simple answer."

"What is it then?" I anticipated it. I wondered just what could it be that would make him want to protect me so much that he even wants me to live in his house.

"I like you,"

"...."

It didn't register in my mind.

What?

"From the first day I saw you," He answered,

"What?" I felt something gibberish in my chest, "W-what?" I shook my head.

"I fell for you at first sight."

I blinked at him in confusion. And I didn't know what to say. What am I supposed to say at a time like this? Because I certainly wasn't expecting a confession

Him?

Like me? My heart which was drumming like crazy came to a halt. Like it just froze, as if the impossible had happened and even my feelings couldn't believe it.

HIM? A CEO!? Like a broken pathetic girl like me who goes around pretending to be a guy???

It was impossible to believe.

I shook my head at him

"Liar,"