The CEO’s Pet Cat

First Mia was so caught up in the joy of meeting Asher, then Mia was so caught up in the surprise of Asher’s injury that it was surprising to forget the threat that existed off to the side.

“Who is it!”

The American man staggered from the ground in pain from the impact and snarled.

Asher and Mia then remembered the enemy present in the room, and Asher moved backwards with Mia in his arms in a death grip.

“Damn! I can’t get the strength in my right hand!”

Asher held Mia tightly in one arm and forced himself to stand up with his other injured hand holding onto the wall as he fought through the pain.

The American man is getting closer to Mia and Asher with his gun, but Asher has no strength to resist, so he has to see the right moment to do it again, and is completely passive.

As she watches the American man step closer, Mia feels surrounded by infinite danger, but she will never allow anyone to hurt the people she cares about, not Grandpa or Asher!

Suddenly Mia yanked hard and took the pistol in Asher’s hand into her own, grabbing Asher with one hand and aiming a shot at the American man with the other.

“Boom,” a dull sound came after which the American man hit by Mia fell backwards with a sniff.

“Ah!” The American man clutched his arm where Mia had struck him and tore at the pain.

Unlike the American man, Asher had only been grazed in the arm by the bullet, and although he too had been bleeding from the wound, he had not injured his muscles or bones, but had run out of strength after the violent beating he had received all night, and had reached the upper limit of his body by holding on to run here to save Mia, and at this moment, with the new wound on top of the old one, it was inevitable that his strength would fail.

Asher was slightly surprised to see Mia shoot the American man with a serious look on her face and then it turned into a smile, it seemed that the little woman in front of her wanted to protect herself too, she was the bravest fighter when she wasn’t around!

“Damn woman!”

The American man who had fallen to the ground barely braced himself holding his bleeding arm and grabbed the pistol in his hand about to shoot Mia.

“Ah!”

With a harsh scream, the American man suddenly collapsed.

Mia was still wondering when a muffled voice came from behind the body of the American man who hadn’t fallen all the way down.

“Are you guys okay?”

Nangong asked as his face gradually revealed itself as the American man’s body leaned down.

“Nangong asked!”

Mia shouted excitedly. Great, the fact that Nangong asked was here meant that help had arrived, and they had one more hope of getting out of here!

Namgung asked, kicking away the American man in his way and walking towards Mia and Asher.

“Not dead yet,” Asher’s pale face squeezed out an awkward smile, proving that he was still a living being.

“Damn it, if only I could have escaped sooner this wouldn’t have happened”, Nangong asked blaming himself and looking at Asher who was covered in wounds and Mia who had a worried look on her face.

“You got shot?”

Seeing Asher’s arm that had been bleeding, the surprise in Namgung’s eyes asked was no different from Mia’s earlier.

Asher slowly settled his body with Mia’s support and said faintly, “It’s nothing, just a bruised arm.”

“So what’s with the bruises you’ve got?”

Nangong asked, frowning at the bruises and cuts on Asher’s body and asking worriedly.

“Yeah, what did you do to this? How did you get hurt like this?”

Mia was so caught up in the joy of meeting Asher that she didn’t even think to ask what the hell was going on with the wound Asher had received when he walked in the door, other than the bullet scraped wound Asher had received.

“It’s fine, just a night of beatings from the beaters that bastard Bruce sent.” Asher reached out and put his right hand over Mia’s surprised little mouth, slowly wiping away the tears that were running down her face.

“It’s fine, no more crying, good boy.”

Asher coaxed the woman in front of him, the tenderness in his eyes proving how he felt at the moment.

“That bastard Bruce! Why didn’t he do it to me, but to you?”

Nangong asked he could not wait to kill that bastard called Bruce right now!

“Maybe it’s a concern that you’re a Centurion cad”, Asher reassured.

“Let’s get out of here, we need to get out of here before Bruce is gone”, Mia looked nervously at Asher, the first thought in her head was to get to the hospital! The sooner the better!

“America is a bad place right now, we saved Mia and injured Bruce’s fighter, Bruce won’t take it lying down, better get Asher patched up and we’ll think long and hard about it when we get back home!”

Namgung asks and is in a hurry, if we don’t hurry then Asher’s blood is going to run out!

“But how are we going to get out? I’m locked in here all the time, I can’t get out at all except for the occasional time they bring in clothes and food, and we have absolutely no idea what it’s like out there.”

“Don’t worry”, Nangong asked, glancing at the anxious Mia, “I found a phone in one of the rooms when I came in, I’ve already called the police, saying that someone was kidnapped because of the large amount of drugs found in sky bar, I think the bar is now surrounded. We still have a chance to escape with the confusion.”

“How do you know the name of the bar?”

Mia still didn’t understand how they would know the name of the bar if they were kidnapped in the same way they were, so their eyes should be blindfolded. Could it be that they weren’t kidnapped?

“It’s a secret.”

Namgung asked and Asher looked at each other with a heartfelt smile. Back when they had fought the American men they had noticed the word sky in the bottom right corner of their chest flag emblem. Didn’t understand it at the time, but after being locked in, and after noticing the word on the bottle from where Bruce had opened it, too, they were sure it was the name of the bar.

Sure enough, when the trio escaped, the police were already in the front room and the bar management was all here for inspection. Taking advantage of the panic, the three managed to escape from the bar.

China in four days.

“Mia!”

Sleeping Asher is awakened by a nightmare, he has been dreaming for days that someone with a pistol is trying to shoot Mia and he doesn’t get to save her, watching her fade away a little.

“I’m here.”

Mia took Asher’s hand and said gently, “I’m here, having another nightmare?”

Asher’s eyes widened as he identified the woman in front of him, and only after confirming that she was an intact Mia did he breathe a sigh of relief.

“You’ve been sleeping all day, do you feel better?”

Mia dropped Asher’s large hand, walked over to the table, pulled out a bowl, served a bit of chicken soup, and brought it over to Asher.

“Here, drink some. The doctor said that although you don’t have a fatal wound, you’re still bruised and bleeding, so you must take care of it, or else you’ll be in bed for a month.”

Mia blew on the chicken soup in her spoon, tasting it and thinking it wasn’t so hot before she passed it to Asher’s mouth.

“Well, it tastes just right. Can I be bad with you keeping me so well? I don’t want to stay in bed all the time, I haven’t entertained my intimate fiancée properly.”

Asher took a taste and then cast a lustful look at the well-behaved Mia with seductive eyes.

Mia didn’t react to Asher’s comment at first, and when she did, she blushed and lowered her little head, the angry expression on her red little face unmistakably demonstrating to Asher.

“Really, you’re lying in a hospital bed and you’re still so immodest, and you’re not afraid of how you’re going to father a baby with that kind of virtue.”

Mia grumbled as she fed Asher.

Asher’s eyes faltered as he withdrew his earlier joking expression and gathered Mia to his side with a straight face.

Mia looked at Asher questioningly, dropped the bowl in her hands, coiled her arms around Asher’s neck, and leaned into Asher’s chest, long-lost warmth burrowing from her face to the left side of her heart.

“Mia , promise me that no matter what, no matter what, let me be there for you, okay? I have already suffered the pain of losing you for five years, I no longer have the strength to bear the pain of losing you in, promise me that no matter what, we are together, as long as you, me and the baby are together, we will overcome all difficulties, promise me …”

Asher’s voice was tinged with a tenderness and pleading that tore at his heart, and there had been a time when Asher hadn’t been as scared as he was now. Now he was a man with a family, a lover, a child, and he had to protect them well.

Mia’s heart melted as she listened, tinged with reluctance, with emotion, with overflowing happiness, and kissed Asher on the lips.

“Okay, I promise you that I will take good care of myself, take care of our children, and no matter what happens, we will go through it hand in hand, and as long as we are still together, there is no problem that can’t be solved.”

With tears in her eyes, Mia promised Asher that she was grateful, that she was touched, that she cherished every moment of her life, and that she would never allow anyone to hurt herself or the people she cared about as long as they remained together.

Asher smiled slightly as a gentle kiss gently covered Mia’s forehead.

“Good.”

“But I want to do something so badly right now, it’s just not physically possible.” Asher said tenderly as his hand covered the small of Mia’s unmanifested belly.

“Hmm? What the hell, I’ll help you.”

Mia looked quizzically at the lustful Asher, her big watery eyes looking like they were about to drip, her long eyelashes puffing and flickering like a butterfly flying in the sky.

Asher looked at Mia’s stunning face and suddenly leaned over and whispered next to Mia’s ear, “I want you.”

Mia’s otherwise pale face flushed a heap of red as she pushed Asher away, picked up the lunchbox with the chicken soup and headed for the door.

“I should have known better than to come, no decency.”