I HATE (Love) U
Sprained

Itta looked at the large mirror that showed her appearance tonight.

Navy dress is attached to the body. Her long hair was rolled up, revealing her tie neck. Not to forget also the face that has been polished make up, further beautify the look of Itta.

Olivia as well as the servants who were nearby to the point of being fascinated. It seems that the beauty of Itta can not be defined through a word or sentence.

No wonder Itta was nicknamed the goddess of beauty at her university.

"You're so beautiful" praised Riana.

"Thank you."

Itta circulated his gaze, looking for the whereabouts of someone who these few days was invisible.

"By the way, where's Isni?" ask Itta.

As soon as the name was called, Riana immediately turned the eyeball.

"Don't know. Maybe in his room and is making a fuss again. You don't know yourself!"

"Ruckus?"

"Yes, he often slams and throws a lot of stuff. He doesn't realize his status, but you've been working hard to help."

"No problem. Please keep an eye on him."

Itta's gaze turned to Oldia. A soft smile lay on his lips.

"Oldia, try to be more open to us."

Itta's hand patted the woman's shoulder gently. There was still not much reaction, but at least Itta's sentence could make her feel better.

"Miss, it's time to go" Olivia said, ending their small talk.

Itta nodded in understanding.

"Please see yourself well. Call me if there's a problem."

After saying a few sentences, Itta left them.

The woman with extraordinary beauty went down the steps of the stairs accompanied by Olivia and the servants. The other servants who saw Itta's presence could not hide their admiration.

They bowed respectfully as Itta walked past.

It feels a little strange considering the position of Itta who used to be only one of the women in the room, is now the woman who has the highest position.

Itta's eyeballs shimmered around, looking for someone's whereabouts.

Found it!

A man was sitting on the couch lifting one leg. His sharp eyes were against Itta's. Just for a moment, because Adyan immediately stood up.

"We're leaving now!" That firm tone came from Adyan's voice.

He passed away followed by some of his subordinates at the back.

Itta tries to balance Adyan's steps. However, his legs are too small when compared to Adyan's big legs.

"Can he leave a woman, what kind of man is that?" cibir Itta slowly.

Itta struggled to balance their steps. Heels that are high enough make it more difficult.

On the way, misfortune struck.

His right leg was sprained, he lost his balance and almost fell.

Fortunately, someone was holding Itta's weight.

He's not Adyan, he's Arvin. The man looked clumsy while holding his body.

"Thank you" said Itta.

He immediately distanced himself. Surprisingly, a cold aura suddenly invaded the skin.

The feathers of Itta and Arvin stood up, goosebumps on the aura emanating from behind Arvin's body.

Slowly Arvin turned his head. He gulped as his eyes skimmed with eyes as sharp as swords.

"Aw!"

Ringisan Itta who sounded big enough to make Arvin automatically returned to look at the woman.

"It looks like your leg is hurt pretty badly. Let me hold you so you don't feel so much pain."

As if not understanding the situation even though Adyan had given a warning through the eyes, Arvin reached out to hold Itta.

Just before Arvin's hand touched Itta, Adyan had already brushed it off.

"This is a long time!"

"His leg is sprained, Adyan. I'll ride it to make it faster."

"Aadyan?! You call me Adyan?! How dare! Where is your respect for me?!"

Arvin grimaces small.

Though usually also Arvin calling without frills Master. Except in certain moments, for example when Adyan is angry or important meetings.

"Easy! Let me just carry it!"

Adyan's burly hand grabbed Itta's body with ease, like grabbing a piece of paper.

The man was riding in a bridal style.

Carrying like that suddenly made Itta's eyes widen. Especially in front of a lot of people. Itta's cheeks are embarrassed.

Although they lowered their heads, Itta knew many of them were secretly glancing at him.

Itta opened his mouth, had not had time to say a word, Adyan had already first stared intently.

"Shut up!" adyan said without dispute.

Itta shut her mouth tight. He according. However, a few seconds later Itta's mouth opened again.

"Say quiet!"

Again, Itta had not yet said, Adyan had cut it.

It was just that this time Itta preferred to ignore the man's words.

"I'm heavy. Just put me down. I'm ashamed to see so many people."

Adyan clucking. The increasingly cold aura emanating from him made Itta's mouth instantly lock.

"Bring your heads down!" adyan's Word. Adyan glanced at Itta at a glance, then refocused on the streets. "You can be embarrassed too, huh?"

Of course Itta is also human. In fact, it was the first time Itta felt so embarrassed to be the center of attention.

He chose to hide in the chest of Adyan's field without realizing the rapid pace of Adyan's heart racing.

They reached the main door of the Mansion. Behind the door was a plane.

Some men in suits were already lined up near there.

As Adyan and Itta walked, they all lowered their heads.

Adyan boarded the plane still with Itta. The man sat Itta in it quietly, while Adyan himself sat beside the woman.

"Run it now."

The pilot nodded obediently. The plane started walking and then flew into space.

Itta's gaze surrounded around. Admiration he can not hide see how luxurious and complete this plane.

Ordinary planes are very expensive, especially aircraft that are so complete and luxurious like this.

Itta realized just how abundant Adyan's wealth was.

"Is your leg still hurting?"

Itta's focus returned upon hearing the question from the man sitting at the side.

"Not really."

"Let me treat."

"Eh? No need!" Itta held Adyan's hand that was about to lift her leg. "Not that bad, really."

"It hurts anyway."

Adyan forcibly lifted Itta's leg, then placed it on the man's thigh.

"Take medicine!"

Arvin immediately followed his orders.

Adyan opened the medicine box, taking out some of the required items. There was a bit of blood on Itta's ankle, so Adyan cleaned it first before applying the red medicine.

Adyan's treatment was very careful and gentle.

Itta felt strange considering Adyan was someone who shouldn't have done this. The man's position was too high, but he did not hesitate in the least to treat his small wound.

"I can do it myself."

Slowly Itta lowered his leg, but was soon restrained by Adyan.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" asked Adyan on the sidelines of his activities.

"Remember."

"You also treated me first."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Why did you help me then?"

"At that time you asked me that question, was it wrong for me to help others?"

Just like that day, the answer Adyan got was exactly the same.

The corner of Adyan's lips slightly raised. He brought his face closer to Itta's wound. Unexpectedly Adyan smelled the wound for a while making the owner glare in disbelief.