Taken By The Mafia Lord

589 What Did Aziz Say To You

“How is she?” Marcel invaded the doctor’s space the instant he came out of the room making the man step back in fright. He startled him.

However, having worked with Marcel for a while, the elderly doctor managed to calm down and explained to him,

“You have nothing to worry about, Marcel, the young woman is fine and asleep right now. She went through a bit of a shock though, her blood pressure dropped and she clearly needs a lot of rest. However, I would have to ask, did she receive any distressing news or content before this happened?”

Hearing that, Marcel sighed and wiped his face with his palm, having assumed this had to do with him and it was his fault.

“We have been fighting a lot recently, even today. I just didn’t realize that it was weighing down on her health, ” He confessed, feeling guilty.

Marcel might have taken out his anger on Aziz, but he knew inwardly that he was the root cause of all of this. Arianna was stressed because he gave her no other choice. He asked her to choose. It was either him or Marcel and she must have been torn by his decision.

“Well, whatever happened, I suggest that both of you work it out quickly before someone is deeply hurt. Fainting is mostly caused by heat, pain, distress, anxiety, and hyperventilating, which is why you should keep me posted on her recovery process. Frequent fainting spells need to be medically investigated to check for underlying causes. But most of all, she needs enough bedrest and let her eat healthily.” The doctor informed him before taking his leave.

Marcel stood at that spot even after the doctor had left. He was outside the room and was afraid, more like ashamed to go into that room and face Arianna. It was all his fault that she fainted a second time because he had overwhelmed her.

If only he had reigned in his anger just a little, then he would have been observant of her needs. However, Marcel had been so consumed with fury, that he even ignored the thing that mattered to him the most until he almost lost her the second time. The guilt was tearing him from the inside out.

.....

However, no matter how much Marcel punished himself, he could not stay away from Arianna for too long and had to go inside the room after a while. He needed to take care of her and make sure she was okay, that was his pathetic excuse. Nonetheless, someone had to be on the lookout.

So here he was.

Arianna slept so peacefully to the point Marcel became scared and only when he placed his head on her chest and felt her thumping heart did he manage to relax. She looked so calm and beautiful in her sleep that Sleeping Beauty had nothing on her.

She was the most beautiful thing he had seen while asleep and Marcel pulled the chair to her bedside and sat, simply watching her. She was the picture of perfection and if after Arianna woke up, and she doesn’t want to talk to him or see his face, he would let her be. He was the one who messed up this time. If only he had much control in his anger.

Marcel didn’t know how long he just sat there staring at her, but he must have fallen asleep in the process because when he came around, someone was stroking his hair and Marcel had to admit he liked it.

Fingers massaged his scalp and it felt so good that Marcel was almost tempted to close his eyes and get carried away to heaven. However, he remembered his reason for staying and sat up at once.

“Hey...” Arianna said, staring at him. Color had returned to her face and she looked better than earlier. Most of all, she was breathing and talking to him.

“Hey...” Marcel answered, feeling a bit awkward. However, when he didn’t feel any anger or resentment from her, he simply reached out and checked out her temper. There was no fever.

“I’m better now,” Arianna affirmed, trying to sit up but he stopped her.

“The doctor says you need enough bed rest.”

“But I feel strong,” Arianna told him, already feeling claustrophobic. She remembered everything Elijah narrated to her and it wasn’t beautiful at all.

“The doctor knows better, love,” Marcel said, pushing his chair closer than it already was. He lifted his hand and began to caress her face while Arianna watched him, having no clue what was going on in that mind of his.

“What are you thinking?” She wanted to know.

“How much I messed up big time,” Marcel answered, raking his hand through her hair and she shut her eyes close, relishing the feeling. He felt his dick grow in his pants from that reaction, and he had to mentally warm his D that this wasn’t the place and time.

Only Arianna had the power to make such an innocent gesture seem so sexual. Her red hair spilled all around the pillow and her occasional groaning each time he scratched a good spot, it was perfect and there was only so much his dick could take, and right now, it was agony.

Arianna opened her eyes and said to him, “Everyone messes up sometimes and if we are truthful, I’m the one who caused this whole mess. I shouldn’t have hidden Elijah’s identity from -”

“Shhh,” Marcel cut her off, pressing his finger against her lips, “You don’t need to tell me anything about Elijah.”

“What?” Arianna breathed against his finger and his dick throbbed painfully. Staying with Arianna was equivalent to playing with fire and the heat only grows.

“Let’s not talk about him for now, I trust you would open up to me when you’re ready,” Marcel told her and she smiled at him.

“Thanks.”

“And I’m sorry for Aziz, I didn’t mean to -”

“You don’t have to apologize for that, if anything I’m grateful you gave him a lesson, he’s one big asshole.” Arianna still hasn’t gotten over the fact Elijah was using Adele. So one or two punches weren’t enough to make him pay.

Marcel looked at her closely, thinking hard. He was curious about something, so he asked, “The doctor said you fainted as a result of distress and I know we have not been the best couple lately and that might have stressed you....” He paused, looking at her unsure if he should ask that in her condition, “Did Aziz say something to you to have caused such a reaction, Arianna?”