After Mr. Ambrose helped me get out of the chaise he continued helping me by letting me lean on him.

"Thanks Sir for saving me." It took a lot out of me to admit that out loud but it was the right thing to do.

He just stared coldly ahead and kept walking.

"Did you hear me Sir. I said thank you." He turned on me so suddenly that I stepped back but lost my balance on the gravel and fell to the ground.

"I do not want to be thanked for something that could have been avoided." He hissed.

Still on the ground I look up at him.

"How could it have been avoided! I see no possible outcome other than me getting kidnapped."

"There was one but your female brain is just incapable of figuring it out." He said.

"What is it then? Since my female brain can't figure it out" I yelled, my cheeks red with anger.

"I could've stayed back with you" he said. His voice was like a whip in the night.

My mouth opened to protest but stopped when my mind registered what he said. I could've stayed back with you.

Instead of waiting for my reply, he held out a hand.

"You're wasting time Mr. Linton. Knowledge is power is time is money." Glaring at his outstretched hand I try to push myself forward to get to my feet but it was not working. When I put my hands on each side of my body, trying another tactic, I touched something sticky.

When I looked down at my hand to identify the substance on my hand I see something dark. Confused I look at my hand and realize it's blood.

Bloody Hell!

Sensing Mr. Ambrose's gaze I look up and his eyes gazing at my blood stained shirt. His eyes tighten.

I look back down at my side again, thinking of a way to get up without hurting it even more but am startled when I see Mr. Ambrose reach down and lift me up to a standing position.

"Come. I'll get someone to bring the physician to stitch your side back up, again." He put a lot of emphasis on the again part. Well, it's not my fault!

Leaning on his shoulder we walked back into the house but while we passed through the main parts of his house it was bare. I couldn't help but feel pity for him. A home should feel, well, like a home and not just something you sleep in.

Once we got back to the room I've been sleeping in for the last few days I couldn't prolong the question thats been running in my mind since he rescued me.

"Why were you at a meeting so late." I asked.

"That's none of your concern Mr. Linton." He replied icily.

It seemed like he knew that I was going to argue because he left the room. He actually left!

"Stupid men! That's why women should work, to prove that we're better then them." I grumbled.

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Time went by slowly and finally Mr. Ambrose came back in but close behind him was the same thin man from last time.

Nodding in my direction he let out a low greeting.

This time when he worked on me Mr. Ambrose kept a eye on the physicians hands.

The physician, like the previous time, rushed out in a huff. The skin around my stitching was already bruising, the bruise went below my chest and to my hip. That man packed a deadly punch.

Eventually the adrenaline of being kidnapped finally disappeared and the pain of Harland's punches took its place.

My head dotted with sweat and I felt ready to throw up.

While all this was happening Mr. Ambrose stood by the door and watched me. His eyes seemed distant and I didn't like that. What was he thinking about?

"Mr. Ambrose?" I asked.

He didn't answer but by looking at his eyes I knew that he still wasn't present.

Reaching out I put my hand on top of his forearm.

"Mr. Ambrose" I said slightly louder and I gently shook him.

He whipped his head down at my hand that was attached to his arm.

"Why is your paw on my arm?" That's the Mr. Ambrose I know!

"You weren't answering me so I had to shake you"

He nodded his head and I see how his eyes narrow in on my forehead, probably seeing the sweat on it.

"The reason I wanted you to listen was because I wanted to know why you really were at a late meeting."

Letting out a sigh he shook his head.

"You're not going to give that up, are you?"

He knows me so well, I should be flattered!

"No" I said without stuttering.

"I wasn't really at a meeting. I was taking care of a 'rat' "

Confused I asked, "A rat"

"Do you remember Mr. Simmons." Nodding he continues "Well I gave the 'rat' the same fate as Mr. Simmons."

Oh. That kind of rat.

"What did he do to deserve that?" The question just kept on flowing.

"He disobeyed me and tried to run but Karim caught him before he could" Mr. Ambrose said coldly.

That was a very cryptic answer but I didn't want to push it.

"Okay" there was a thickening silence but at least it wasn't a awkward one.

"Mr. Linton? I just wanted to apologize for my inappropriate behavior from before." Not knowing what he was talking about I just decided to go with it.

"You are forgiven, Sir." I closed my eyes and smiled. The iceberg actually apologized and I don't even know what he was apologizing for. I don't remember him acting inappropriate tonight.

Curiosity getting the best of me I opened my eyes and asked him.

"I'm sorry, but what do you mean by inappropriate behavior."

His eyes were now impatient, who would've thought that someone as cold as him cold be impatient but then again it wasn't the only thing he did tonight that surprised me.

"It was when I yelled at you when I was assisting you back into the house."

Ha! He calls that inappropriate behavior, he really should look at my history of inappropriate behavior.

"Well, you're still forgiven." I close my eyes again and I hear Mr. Ambrose blow out the candle.

Thank God he did that because I know I wouldn't.

"Thanks Sir."

Now that I was all stitched back up again I got to feel the pleasure of falling asleep. I was so comfortable that I didn't even notice that the door didn't open nor did it close.

~The End~

Just kidding!!!!

Sorry I didn't update last week, I was just so busy because it was HOMECOMING WEEK! I finally decided to update today because I had time and you guys deserved a update. Yes it might be a boring update but it still is a update!

Anyhow have a guess of what the next update might be like?

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