Chapter 46

There were no emotions on his face but his eyes told It all despite his futile attempts to hide it. She nodded. "I'm fine. I'm just getting ready for bed. But first, I want to clean the cuts on my face," she replied as she turned back to the mirror. She wet the cotton wool with a little mentholated spirit and she began to slowly clean her cuts.

"You keep doing it the wrong way," Alex hissed as he walked over to her and took the wool from her hand. Gently, he began to clean her cuts as he slowly cleaned off the dried blood around them.

Mia's eyes were glued to his face as he cleaned her cuts. She swallowed as she wondered what type of man was Alex. Why did he blow hot and cold all the time towards her? Why was it that in one minute, he acted like he cared and in the next, she was just a loquacious woman disturbing his peace of mind?

Her heart raced as she kept watching him. She could not feel the rush of adrenaline rushing through her veins, and her body was filled