Chapter 8: Reckless.

The Next Day.

Dua woke up with a striking pain on her right ankle. She looked around the room and found Steven putting on his shirt in front of his wardrobe.

Dua's phone on the table rang and she tried to go get it but the pain on her ankle hindered her, so she stayed put in bed.

"Am I the only one hearing the phone ring?" Steven said with his back facing her.

"No, I can hear it. I'll get it now," she replied and tried to push herself out of bed. She could only take three steps away from the bed before she fell.

Hearing her fall, Steven turned to her. Thinking that he'd come to help her, she waited for his help but "if you've fallen, then get up," he said and she glared at him while he ignored her and left the room.

After he left, Dua somehow managed to get herself back to the bed.

Steven left to Shane's room and "something's wrong with her, come take a look," he said to Shane who was working on his laptop.

"What happened to her?" Shane asked, his attention still on what he was doing.

"I don't know, but she fell while trying to leave the bed." Steven replied and Shane got up immediately, picked up her medical kit and left the room.

"Where does it hurt?" Shane asked as he entered Steven's bedroom.

"Good morning, Shane." Dua greeted.

"Good morning." Shane replied. "Now where does it hurt?" He asked and Dua showed him her ankle.

After checking it out, he sighed. "You know after your reckless action yesterday, I already expected this to happen." He opened his kit, took out an ointment and applied it on her ankle. "This will hurt a little," he warned her in advance.

"What will?" She asked and "crank," Shane set her bones making her scream loudly. "I'm sorry but are you crazy?! Who does something like that without a heads-up?!"

Shane chuckled, "I did give you a heads-up, 'This will hurt a little'."

"You call that a heads-up?" She said and he chuckled again.

"You have to stay in bed for at least throughout today, and tomorrow you'll be good as new. Use these when you've had breakfast," he gave her some medicines which she collected and Steven went out of the room. She looked at him going out and wondered why he did so, but then shrugged it off and smiled at Shane, "thank you."

"You're welcome," he smiled back and left, going straight into Steven's study. "What are you doing here?" He asked.

"What do you mean what are you doing here? I'm preparing to go to work." Steven replied, packing up some stuffs.

"Last time I checked you're the CEO." Shane said.

"And last time I checked, CEOs work too." Steven replied.

Shane walked to Steven and began unpacking the stuffs he had packed in his briefcase.

"What is the meaning of this?" Steven gave Shane a chilly look but Shane rolled it off with his eyes.

"What about Diane?" Shane asked.

"What do you mean what about Diane? She's a full grown woman who can take care of herself." Steven replied.

"But not in her present condition," Shane said.

"And what has that got to do with me? She has taken her action, so let her bear the consequences. And if you're that worried about her, then stay with her." Steven replied.

"You know I've got something important to do, so I can't." Shane said.

"Then I'll call a mobile nurse." Steven said.

"Wouldn't that be disturbing the privacy you cherish a lot?" Shane said.

"So what do you want me to do?" Steven asked but all he got was a plain look from Shane.

"Don't tell me you want me to stay home and nurse her all day because I won't." He said.

"Oh, yes you will because she's your wife." Shane replied.

"Which you know I wouldn't marry her if not for one reason." Steven said.

"Then be good to her for that reason." Shane replied and Steven sighed, "fine." He stormed out of his study and Shane chuckled.

Steven stormed into the bedroom, his footsteps echoing off the walls as Dua's eyes followed him. He dropped into a chair, the cushions creaking beneath his weight. He picked a book from the little table in front of him and began to read, relaxing his legs on the table. Despite the book covering his face, she could still see a few angry contours on his face. "What's wrong with him?" She thought.

Dua sighed, the sound escaping her lips as she lay trapped in bed. Her frustration mounted with each passing moment, sighs punctuating the silence. Wishing the pain would disappear instantly, she sighed again and Steven slammed the book shut, his eyes flashing with irritation. "Can you not stay quiet?" He snapped, his voice low and even.

"And how have I not been quiet?" Dua replied, not wanting to look at him.

"You've been sighing and those sighs are disturbing me." Steven said and Dua turned to him, a subtle glare in her eyes, "hey, I'm not in the mood to get angry, so leave me be."

She looked away from him and continued her wishful thinking, sighing again.

"What is it that you want, I'll grant it to you?" He was so frustrated of her.

"How? Are you God?" She said sarcastically.

"I'm not God, but I can grant your wishes. Just name it," he replied.

"Well, I want so many things and you can't grant them all, for sure." she sighed.

"Name them one by one, I'll grant them all, just stop sighing," he was almost pleading.

"Fine. First, I want to take a bath, but you can't help me with that," she sighed again.

Steven swiftly rose from his chair and strode over to the bed, gently scooping Dua into his arms. "What are you doing?" She asked, surprised by his sudden action.

"To bathe you," he replied.