In the extended LINCOLN, Andreo Fanta joins her in the back seat, leans close and his strong testosterone scent fills her.
At this moment, Ciri Garzón feels safe.
Andreo Fanta reached up and gently examined the scratches on her face and neck with compassion. Ciri Garzón frowned, pained, and took a step back, only to be pulled into the man’s arms.
Andreo Fanta hugged her tightly and indicated to Cidro Borja: “Drive, to the hospital”.
Ciri Garzón cowered in his arms like a wounded beast, burying her face in his chest, her back trembling slightly and her hands gripping his neck.
Are you scared?
Is it because of the police?
But the Ciri Garzón that Andreo Fanta knew, who was always bold, would not be so easily intimidated.
The strong, slender arms of the man, who held her close, lowered his head to give her a reassuring kiss on the forehead and called out to her in a muted, soft voice, “Ciri?”
Ciri Garzón stifled a sob: “Don’t look at me.”
She is, now, truly devastated.
She wasn’t afraid of anything, but the police officer’s words, “The girl’s parents said they didn’t have a daughter as soon as they got the call,” still stung her.
Hadn’t you been kicked out of your home a long time ago? Hadn’t you been used to it for a long time?
But why, when he heard those words, his chest was still choking as if wrapped in plastic wrap, like a dying fish, and if he didn’t cling to Andreo Fanta at that moment, he would be left without his last support.
She had long since gotten used to her mother and father loving her brother more than her, but she also loved Tavio and never wanted to hurt him. Tavio’s accident was really an accident, so why were her mother and father putting all the blame on her …
He doesn’t want to make things easy for Andreo Fanta, largely because the only time he has a glimmer of relief and inner release is when he misbehaves badly with Andreo Fanta.
Hot tears, flowing from closed eyes, moistened the fabric of Andreo Fanta’s shirt on his chest, burning, burning in Andreo Fanta’s heart.
“Ciri… if that’s not enough, I’ll ask someone to bully the girl who bullied you, okay?”
When it comes to Ciri Garzón, Andreo Fanta has no limits, so to speak.
In the eyes of the world, Andreo Fanta is a gentleman, even if he is aloof, and would never mess with an unknown girl, but if someone bullies Ciri Garzón, whoever it is, Andreo Fanta will do it for the person he holds in his arms, if he pleases.
Ciri Garzon cowered in his arms, her eyes red and bloodshot, but she didn’t say a word, she didn’t even give him a look, she just clung to his arms and cried, not screaming, but sobbing reluctantly.
Andreo Fanta became increasingly distressed as he stopped asking questions and picked her up in his arms with his long arms, his chin brushing the top of her head.
Go ahead, cry enough.
…
When they arrived at the hospital, Andreo Fanta took Ciri Garzón to the debridement room.
The doctor gave the wound a little treatment and prescribed some ointment, but it was nothing serious, except that Ciri Garzón’s skin was so white and flawless that the scratches seemed especially conspicuous.
Andreo Fanta did not want Ciri Garzón to go back to her dormitory for fear that some of her classmates would come back to harass her. After taking her to the car, he brushed the tip of her nose with his thin lips and asked her in a low voice: “Ciri, come home with me, eh?”.
Ciri Garzón, her face a little pale, pursed her lips and said, “I don’t want to.”
“So, where do you want to live, I have many properties in my name, choose one and I promise you that no idle person will bother you.”
“What about you?” Ciri Garzon looked up, her watery eyes glaring at him.
Andreo Fanta’s face went cold once: “In your opinion, am I an idle person?”.
“If you really want what’s best for me, if you’ve really changed your possessiveness, then don’t make decisions for me.”
Possessive, dominant, paranoid.
This is your Andreo Fanta stamp here at Ciri Garzón.
He admitted that he used to be too possessive of her, he would send someone to follow her wherever she went, she said she couldn’t breathe, he understood, over the years she had run away time and time again, hadn’t he spoiled her enough?
“Ciri, your safety, to me, is of utmost importance.”
So even though she thinks he is possessive, domineering and paranoid, he has no qualms about it.
…
The black LINCOLN is parked in front of an unfrequented villa in Andreo Fanta.
The three-story villa has a small Japanese style exterior, which is very elegant. In the courtyard there are planted many maple leaves that, when autumn comes, are red and beautiful.
To the left of the courtyard there is also a large bamboo grove that rustles when the wind blows, a pleasant sound.
Everything is as Ciri Garzón likes it, but Ciri Garzón still doesn’t like Andreo Fanta locking him in his territory.
After Andreo Fanta picked her up from the police station, Ciri Garzón’s feet never touched the ground again.
The man carried her horizontally to the upstairs bedroom and gently deposited her on the large bed.
“Stay here for a while and for school I’ll ask Cidro Borja to give you a sabbatical so it won’t be too late to go back to school when you feel better.”
After saying this, Andreo Fanta looked outside, it was almost dark, and asked again, “Do you want to take a shower and go to bed first?”
Ciri Garzón shook her head, “I washed it.”
The man nodded and turned to leave when Ciri Garzón suddenly grabbed him by the sleeve.
Andreo Fanta is a little surprised that he rarely stays with him, and that most of the time he kicks him out.
“I’m hungry.”
I hadn’t had a bite of dinner so far, and I was starving.
Andreo Fanta was taken aback, but a small smile appeared under his eyes, “What do you want to eat?”.
“Small ravioli with shrimp”.
“Okay, I’ll have Cidro Borja get it.”
It is good to be able to eat.
Andreo Fanta went downstairs and ordered Cidro Borja to bring the ravioli, with a special reminder: “By the way, ask for Wanli Xiang’s, Ciri loves them”.
Wan Li Xiang Xiao Ravioli? There is no place around here.
“Second, second master, there is no Wan Li Xiang Xiao Yuan Yuan in this vicinity for five kilometers.”
Andreo Fanta gave him a cold look: “If you don’t have it five kilometers away, go buy it ten kilometers away, if you don’t have it ten kilometers away, go buy it fifteen kilometers away”.
“…”
Is there a limit to the number of ravioli dishes you can pay for gas?
“I’ll go right now, but it’s a long way away and I’m afraid the ravioli will be mushy.”
“Don’t worry, and don’t come to see me.”
“…”
Cidro Borja’s head is two sizes too big, and it’s easier to take care of business than Miss Ciri’s personal affairs!
This Miss Ciri, who really thinks outside the box, wants small Wan Li Xiang ravioli one day and big Yipin Jiu crabs the next, i. e., if she wants them in the middle of the night, she has to get them for this ancestor in the middle of the night.
“I’m on my way.”
“Okay, find out why Ciri got into an argument with her housemates and have them pull the footage from the police station’s security cameras.”
“Good.”
…
Ciri Garzón is lying on a large, soft bed, drifting off to sleep.
I don’t know how long she slept, but a big, warm, dry hand gently caressed her little face, “Ciri, get up and eat some ravioli, I bought the Wan Li Xiang ravioli that you love, eat before you sleep, huh?”.
Ciri Garzón has a nightmare and murmurs dreamily: “Don’t throw me out … daddy … mom… don’t throw me out… I didn’t want to hurt Tavio…. Don’t throw me out”.
Andreo Fanta’s dark eyes trembled fiercely as he looked at her.