Chloe is lying on the bed in one of the lavish rooms of Andrew's mansion. The doctor is doing her dressing and she's still unconscious.

Andrew is sitting at the bar counter of his mansion and drinking the glass of scotch, wondering about the foreign feelings, staring straight unblinkingly. He's not understanding what is happening to him. Why did his eyes become wet when he saw her in pain? He is annoyed that he is developing feelings for someone because he likes to be heartless, he doesn't want to care about anybody. He doesn't want to change. He's afraid to change.

"Boss." Mike's voice startled him.

"What?"

"Doctor said she will gain her conscious back within a few hours," Mike informed him and he just stared at him blankly. Mike added, "you don't worry about her, she's fine."

"What? Why I'll be worried about her. It doesn't matter to me whether she's fine or not." He freaked out, putting the glass on the counter with a thud.

Mike stayed quiet even after knowing that his boss is lying. He truly cares for her, he can clearly see in his boss's eyes. He just slightly nodded his head and left from there.

He gulped down a full glass of scotch in one go. "I don't care for her, I don't care for anybody." He thundered, placing the glass of scotch on the counter. He stared straight, his eyes are red and spitting fire.

Now he's sitting on the sofa of his room and watching her on his laptop that is placed on the table. As Chloe gained her consciousness back, he instantly stood up from the sofa and rushed to meet her without thinking anything. Her room is next to his room.

He stepped into her room and as she saw him, her eyes shimmered with happiness and her lips drew up to a bright smile. She's sitting, leaning against the bed. He kept his look serious. He strolled to her and stood beside her bed, crossing his arms across his chest. He wants to ask her how is she but he doesn't want to show her that he cares for her.

Chloe initiated the conversation. "Thank you so much for saving my life, my hero." He frowned as she called him a hero.

"I'm not your hero." He rolled his eyes.

"But you saved me like a hero." She smiled at him gleefully.

"You should be afraid of me." He bent down and uttered darkly, staring into her twinkling eyes.

"I'm not scared of anything." She asserted, gazing deep into his scorching eyes.

"Everybody has some weakness, soon I'll find yours." He stated with full confidence.

"Good luck, my hero." She scoffed.

"Stop calling me a hero." He said, irritated.

"You know they thought I'm close to you and that's why they kidnapped me. Couldn't we come close to each other in real? Now you know that I'm loyal to you." She asked and grinned at him.

He moved dangerously close to her face, accelerating her heartbeat. "You're playing with the fire, you will get burned." He warned her sternly, the intensity of his gaze is searing.

She caressed his stubble, gazing into his bewitching eyes. She said softly, "I'm not afraid to burn because I'm habitual of playing with the fire. In fact, I love to play with the fire." She winked at him mischievously. They both gazed into each other deeply.

Suddenly her eyes fell on his bleeding palm and she asked worriedly. "Why doctor didn't bandage your hand? It's bleeding."

"None of your business. It's not hurting." He stood straight and hid his hand behind his back.

"What are you doing, idiot?" He stopped her instantly when she is just about to remove the bandage below her neck.

"It's not hurting me too, I also don't need it." She jerked his hand away and removed her bandage harshly. Again her wound started bleeding and she's looking at him like it's really not hurting her a bit even.

"Are you crazy? It is a deep wound." He flared out and pointed at her bleeding wound.

"It doesn't hurt." She said emotionlessly.

He shook his head and rushed to bring the First Aid box from the cupboard. He sat beside her and opened the box.

He extended his hand to do her dressing but she stopped him by holding his hand and said, "first I'll do your dressing."

"Okay, fine. You can do my dressing, but first, let me do yours, it's bleeding. The doctor said you have already lost so much blood." He said in a concerned tone.

She can clearly see that he is concerned for her and she felt immensely good because, for the first time, someone genuinely cared about her. She just slightly nodded at him.

First, he is gently and carefully cleaning her wound and she's just gazing at him fondly, her lips are drawn up to a small and contented smile. Nobody can say that he's a ruthless Mafia boss. Then he applied the ointment and put the bandage over her wound.

"Now I'll do." She said, picking up the ointment.

"Deal is deal." He held out his bleeding hand in front of her.

She smiled at him and held his hand. As her hand touched him, he literally shivered. After doing dressing of his hand, she leaned down and placed a soft and tender kiss on his hand. His eyes dilated in shock and he instantly withdrew his hand. She smiled at him cheerily. He just glared at her.

"You will stay here because the person who captured our photo, he's still out. So it is still dangerous for you." He said while putting back the things in the first aid box and closing it.

"Haye, I like you." As suddenly she confessed, he widened his eyes in shock at her.

"What?" He asked in disbelief.

"You care for me so much and therefore you're asking me to be here." Her lips curved into a goofy grin.

"I'm doing this because I don't want you to leak our information. I fucking don't care for you." He stood up and stormed at her, waggling his finger at her. He is angry at himself because deep inside he really cares for her but he doesn't know why, and this thing is making him angrier.

"Liar, accept that you care for me. I can clearly see this."

He knitted his brow, fuming in uncontrollable anger. "Just shut up, you're irritating me." He barked at her in aggression.

"You will stay in this room until we find that person. Now goodbye." He stomped off the room, slamming the door.

"Oh God, he's an angry hulk but I very well know how to handle these types of men." A mischievous smile spread across her face.

It's night, Chloe came to the balcony to get some fresh air. She was in the room since evening and working on her next blog on the laptop. Her eyes twinkled and a cheerful smile flashed on her face as she saw Andrew, standing downstairs and instructing his men.

"I'm ready to live here forever to see Mr handsome." She murmured, gazing at him with her eyes filled with desires. He's looking tempting in the black tuxedo like always.

Suddenly her eyes fell on the weapons which are being loaded into the truck.

"Who is he?" She wondered, her eyes glinted with curiosity to know about him.

She whistled to call Andrew and caught everybody's attention. He instantly raised his head to look at her. He glared at her but as his eyes moved to her flawless and luscious body, his body burned and his eyes glinted with profound desires. She's looking extremely attractive in a white bralette top and blue denim shorts.

She waved her hand at him, smiling goofily. He shook his head and suddenly his eyes fell on the truck driver who is ogling her body. He felt a sharp pang of envy and frowned at the truck driver.

He marched to the truck and pulled the driver out of the truck by grasping his collars. He clenched his fist and started hitting him in fury nonstop. He's devoured by jealousy and lost control over himself. He's punching him mercilessly.

Chloe's eyes dilated in shock and his men are also staring at him in shock. Nobody is understanding what happened to him all of sudden. Even he also doesn't know what happened to him. His wounded hand started bleeding again and she became anxious for him. She rushed downstairs to stop him.

She reached there and he is still beating the driver in fury. "What you all are seeing? Stop him." She asked his men to stop him but nobody has the guts to stop their angry boss. They're afraid of him.

"Coward." She muttered, shaking her head.

"Stop." As she yelled loudly, he instantly stopped and left his collars, looking at her through the corner of his eyes.

"Now get lost from here and you shouldn't be seen here." He roared at him and the driver left from there, bleeding.

"Call the other driver." He instructed one of his men before glaring at Chloe.

He seized her wrist and dragged her into the mansion.

"Oh hello, angry young man, what happened to you? Where are you taking me?" She asked him.

He stopped and shrieked at her, "just shut up and go. I'm not in a mood to hear your blabbering."

"You were dragging me somewhere and now asking me to go? Are you alright?" She placed her hand on his forehead to check if he is fine or not. He scowled at her.

He grabbed her hands and pulled her to himself. "Why fucking, you don't listen to me?" He growled at her.

"You can boss around everywhere, Mr Andrew Anderson but not in front of me because I only listen to myself." He rolled his eyes and groaned in frustration, leaving her.

"You're literally impossible to deal with."

"Oh, so you wanted to deal with me." Her lips stretched up to a mischief grin.

"Fuck! Shut up and tell me why were you standing there. It's my house and I didn't permit you to roam all around." He asked, finally coming to the point.

"Oh, so that's the problem. Umm... I see... I distracted you." She encircled her arms around his neck. "Isn't it?" She asked after moving closer to him and stroking his stubble with her long fingers.

He pushed her away instantly before he gets lost in her intoxicating eyes. "Just don't test my patience, Miss Walker. Go to your room." He waggled his finger at her and her eyes fell on his bleeding knuckles and palm.

"Okay fine, but first let me clean your wound. It's bleeding" She whispered, genuinely concerned and as she caressed his wounded palm, his eyes softened. They both gazed into each other eyes deeply and got lost in each other, forgetting the whole world.

He again frowned, wondering what is happening to him.

"Fuck off and go to your room." He screeched, jerking her hand away.

"I can do this again if you don't listen to me." She placed her hand on her bandage to scare him.

"What the fuck do you want?" He asked, irritated.

"You." She smirked and winked at him.

He shook his head incredulously. "You're unbelievable! Fuck you."

"Fuck me, please." She said huskily, moving closer to him and gazing at him intensely.

"You are not my type." He stated sternly.

"But you're definitely my type." She whispered in his ear and electricity of desires rushed down his spine.

"You will not listen, right?" He asked her.

"Never." Her lips drew up to a goofy grin.

"Fine, let's go but don't think anything else. I'm coming with you because I really don't want to waste more time on you. You're just so annoying."

"Thank you for the compliment, my hero." She grinned wider.

"Stop calling me that."

"Okay so tell me what I should call you. Mr Handsome is better, Right?" She raised her brows.

"I'm going, you stay here."

"Stop, I'm removing this." She pointed at her bandage, smiling at him mischievously. "So are you coming with me or not?"

"You're damn annoying." He said, utterly frustrated.

"But deep inside you care for me." His eyes widened imperceptibly because she said right that he cares for her, but he's not ready to accept this.

"Fuck you and do anything, I'm not coming with you." He turned to walk and stopped as he heard her scream. She again removed her bandage.

He clenched his hands, he wanted to turn and look at her but his ego is more, he marched from there.

"Ouch... it's hurt." She murmured, placing her hand on her heart when he left and pouted disappointedly.

Somebody is standing far away and watching all this.