Claimed by the Billionaire

Chapter 4: Stranger Care

Adriana's POV

"Hey," I heard someone call, followed by soft taps on my cheeks.

I groaned as I opened my eyes.

Seeing a man in front of me when my vision is cleared can't help but make me panic.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay. You're safe, shhh."

I felt him gently caress my cheeks, and for odd reasons, it calmed me. His touch made me feel safe.

"You've fallen asleep," he said.

I roamed my eyes around and saw that we were in a parking lot. I almost forgot who he was, but it's a good thing I remembered that he's the man who saved me before I could even scream my lungs out.

Images of what happened earlier flashed in my mind, and it didn't fail to scare me again.

I quickly grabbed my phone out of my bag and gripped it tightly to be sure I could use it when something terrible happened again.

"I'm not going to hurt you," the man said as he held my chin again and made me face him. "I'm just going to treat your bruises, then we'll get you home."

My racing heartbeat calmed down, and I finally relaxed in my seat.

I nodded at him, and he started opening the plastic bag that had a convenience store logo on it. He bought a first aid kit.

"May I?" he asked as he gestured to my arm.

I just nodded at him, and he held my arm and softly caressed my bruises.

I flinched.

"I'm sorry," he apologetically said.

My gaze focused on him when he started treating me. I tried to squeeze my mind trying to remember if I had already met him or if I'd seen him anywhere before, but there weren't answers. This is the first time, and I have so many questions in my mind.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

He stopped at what he was doing and looked up at me. "What's yours?"

I sucked on my lower lip. "Adriana."

"Adriana," he stated.

"How about you?" I questioned.

"You're done," he announced.

I looked at my arm and saw that it was already well-treated.

I looked at him in much awe. "Wow, it didn't even hurt. I didn't feel any pain when you were treating me."

It's true. I didn't even notice that he was already done treating my arm because I really didn't feel any pain. I don't know if it's because he's really careful and gentle, or I was just astonished by how attractive he is, and I got distracted from the pain.

"Let's get you home," he said and cleaned everything.

I just sat there and watched every move he made.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked when he saw me looking at him intently.

"Why can't just every man be like you? I mean, you know, not a jerk," I blurted out. "But then again, I was stupid for not being careful with Nate when he literally showed some signs that he can't be trusted. I'm so dumb for not believing my instinct."

He stopped at what he was doing and looked at me straight in the eyes. "Listen, what happened tonight is not your fault. None of it is your fault. You said it yourself; he's a jerk." He paused, and I saw how his jaw clenched. "You're not stupid, and it's not your fault that he is a fucktard. It's all him."