My Hot Lawyer
MHL Chapter 26

Dexter grimaced as the doctor bandaged the wound on his shoulder, a few hours ago the doctor managed to remove the bullet from his body. Not too fatal, but enough to make it unable to move for some time.

Even wearing clothes seems like Dexter is incapable, especially the gunshot wound he experienced was on the right arm.

"Don't get exposed to water. After three days you have to control here, I hope the wound dries quickly and the stitches can be removed immediately. Please help Mr. Dexter yes Miss, I'm sure he can't do anything later. His hand had to be held in place for some time." the man's doctor continued to explain what Dexter would experience in the future.

There is no lie or cunning cooperation between the two men who already know each other, because Dexter's condition is not in good condition.

"Te-of course, Doc. I'll take good care of Mr. Dexter." Luciana was still a little nervous. He did not expect his reckless actions would make others hurt, but he himself hoped that he was the one who was injured here.

"All right! everything is done. You can rest buddy, remember don't move much if you want your wounds to get better soon. Excuse me, if there's anything call it!"

Luciana nodded stiffly, the woman still looked nervous, shock, was was was and was not calm. Even after the Doctor's departure, his heartbeat went crazy.

The woman sighed softly, her two eyes still faithfully staring towards the closed door of Dexter's ward. For whatever reason, Luciana did not dare to look at the Lawyer, the guilt that haunted her increasingly made her courage shrink.

"Come here! you don't have to be tense like that. I'm still alive, nothing will happen to you later."

Dexter's voice petrified Luciana, but she tried to calm her heart and slowly glanced at the man leaning on the hospital bed. His gaze was silent, his legs stiff as he stepped Luciana even swallowed her saliva repeatedly as Dexter continued to stare at him.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Luciana bit her lower lip, she didn't know what to say. Her unsettled heart grew increasingly erratic as she watched Dexter fall silent and just stared at him deeply.

"I've made you-,"

"Yes you're right, you're wrong. And you have to take responsibility." Dexter sidelines quickly.

Luciana lowered her head, the woman twisting her fingers that were not as smooth and beautiful as before. Unkempt, rough, dull even he was sure there would be no eyes of any man willing to stare at his hands at this moment.

Very bad!

"You're right, I'm wrong for getting you into this. But why are you there? why are you helping me? you should've just let me-,"

"Have I told you I'm your lawyer, your man in charge, and why am I there? because I should be near you anywhere and anytime. Aish has been, the important thing is now that you must always be there for me, to take care of me, wherever and whenever. From waking up in the morning to sleeping, eating, changing clothes and taking a shower of course!"

Dexter was so light when he passed on everything Luciana had to do when she was sick, that even Luciana realized that there was a small grin rising from her lips as she said the last word.

A shower?

Luciana's lips clenched tightly, wanting to protest the last part Dexter said, but when she came back to think that the man would not be able to do it alone and inevitably, she said, whether you like it or not, he should be able to help.

"Well, may you be well, Mr. Dexter. Have a good rest, I'll take the prescription medication first." he said.

Luciana slowly moved her legs which were stiff, heavy but she tried to step away from Dexter who was no longer awake. But it seemed Luciana's conjecture was wrong, after her departure the two Lawyers eyes opened, the corner of her lips lifted high. Looks happy as if he is winning a heavy case in this century.

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"Damn it! why would Luci prefer that damn lawyer over me?!"

Marcho's voice was so jarring, her breathing was bright, her bare chest was up and down, her eyes and face were reddening with anger. His big hand gripped tightly against the wide-open window frame.

Even the wound on his arm was bleeding again when the big and veined hand was back in motion, even though the doctor who handled it had said that Marcho should not do activities that could make his arm move too actively.

Not yet the doctor left, the wound he was treating had reopened and bled.

"Your arm sir-,"

The doctor's lips clenched as he watched Marcho raise one of his index fingers without turning his head, the burly, tan-skinned man stared straight ahead. His sharp eyes seemed to be paying attention to something, but I don't know what it was.

"I won't play soft anymore. You know what I want, Bass. Do it, I don't want to accept failure!" hisses.

Both of his eyes glanced at the plontos man not far from him, the man who gave one shot towards Luciana and instead hit Dexter.

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