Page 11 of Obsessing Over His Favorite
“Don’t worry about it,” Lucas cut her off sharply, not even glancing her way. His voice was brisk, controlled. “Just call the doctor. Now.”
“O-Okay… yes.” Amelia paused, reaching for her phone, then added cautiously, “It’s just—I was worried Emily might target me again because of you, and—”
“I said I’ll handle it,” he barked, not even looking at her. His jaw was tight, eyes fixed on Emily. “Get out of the room. Now.”
Amelia’s hands clenched around her purse, her lips pressed into a thin, displeased line.
‘I worked so hard to turn him against her… and now one little injury, and he’s looking at her like that?’ Rage twisted inside her. ‘No. I need to make Emily lose control again. I need to make her act out more so Lucas hates her completely. Only then will she be gone for good.’
With a bitter glance, Amelia turned and stormed out of the room.
A short while later, a doctor arrived and was carefully tending to Emily’s shoulder. He worked in silence, dabbing the blood and bandaging the deep wound as quickly and professionally as he could. His eyes kept flickering to Lucas, who stood at the corner of the room like a brooding shadow.
‘So this is the man the boss warned me about… Lucas Cantrell,’ the doctor thought nervously. ‘I better not mess this up. If he thinks our hospital didn’t treat her properly he will end us all.’
Once he finished dressing the wound, the doctor stood and turned to Lucas.
“She’s fine, Mr. Cantrell. The injury wasn’t critical. I’ve cleaned and bandaged the area. It looked worse than it actually was—just a bit of blood loss.”
Lucas, still standing near the cupboard, didn’t move. His arms were folded, his gaze hard and unreadable as it lingered on the pale woman lying in bed.
“So she’s not seriously hurt?” he asked, a small sigh of relief slipping from him. He hadn’t taken his eyes off Emily.
“No,” the doctor confirmed with a professional smile. “Just minor injuries. She’ll recover fully. Don’t worry.”
The doctor gathered his supplies and exited the room.
Emily stirred just then, groaning faintly as her lashes fluttered and her eyes slowly opened.
Lucas noticed immediately. His jaw tensed, his fists clenching at his sides.
‘She was acting to faint again…,’ he thought with annoyance. ‘First faking an accident, now fainting. Always troubling me to get my attention.’
He walked to her bedside, looming over her with cold eyes. “Stop pretending, Emily,” he snapped, his voice icy. “First, a fake accident. Now fainting? All this just to make me care?”
Emily stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. For a moment, she just lay there, disoriented, his voice still echoing in her head. Then the words sank in.
Her body tensed weakly, and her lips parted as if to speak. Slowly, anger flickered in her eyes, dull at first, then sharper. Gritting her teeth, she pushed herself upright, ignoring the pain lacing through her shoulder.
“So everything I do is fake to you?” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “And everything Amelia says is the truth?”
Lucas’s jaw flexed. His hands slid into his pockets, his tone harsher. “Don’t bring Amelia into this.”
He stepped closer, towering over her.
“You slapped her. You embarrassed her at the club. You locked her in a room all night. Then you throw yourself in front of a car to make her look bad?” His voice deepened with anger. “One more stunt like that, and I won’t protect you. Not even from the police. I mean it, Emily.”
Emily’s rage boiled over. She swung her legs off the bed, standing to her full height. Her eyes burned with anger.
“And if you keep choosing Amelia over me every damn time,” she said, voice shaking with fury, “you won’t be my boyfriend for much longer.”
His cold expression faltered. Shock flashed in his eyes.
Before he could say a word, Emily grabbed his arm, turned him around, and shoved him toward the door.
“Get out,” she snapped.
“Emily—”
