Chapter 19 The private room was quiet . Through the floor - to - ceiling windows , one could see the still chaotic crowd in the conference hall , but not a single murmur could be heard . The assistant quickly brought the medicine box , placed the contents on the coffee table and tactfully withdrew , closing the door behind him . Hazel opened the door , took out iodine and a cotton swab and gently lifted David's face . The wound at the corner of his eye was still oozing blood and there was a noticeable bruise on his cheekbone , which was particularly glaring . " Don't move , I'll be gentle . " The moment Hazel touched the wound with the iodine - soaked cotton swab , David's eyelashes trembled . She quickly softened her pressure , a hint of fear in her voice . " Don't fight him again . Vincent's the kind of man who never lets anything go - he always aims to kill . I don't want you to get hurt . " David looked at her distressed expression and the coldness in his eyes gradually melted . He suddenly reached out and lifted her up , letting her sit on his lap . They were so close that he could smell the faint fragrance of Hazel's hair and the restlessness in his heart instantly soothed . " So , you're worried about me ? " He lowered his head and rubbed Hazel's forehead . His voice sounded teasing , yet concealing a subtle anticipation . Hazel's cheeks flushed at his sudden action and her hands instinctively grasped his collar . But seeing the tenderness in David's eyes and remembering how he had stood in front of Vincent for her , all her hesitations and concerns suddenly vanished . She had long since fallen in love with this man who always cared about her . So , Hazel stopped dodging and leaned into David's arms , nodding softly , her voice muffled , " Yeah , worried . " Hearing the answer he longed to hear , David's heart felt like it was being gently tickled by a feather , soft and itchy . He tightened his arms , holding Hazel even tighter . She felt so small and calm in his arms , like a kitten . While He Cared for Her , I Ran With His Enemy 1/2 8:59 Wed , Oct 15 d . 98 Even her breathing soothed him . And for the first time , David thought that the punch he'd taken earlier had been worth it . If it hadn't happened , maybe he wouldn't have heard her admit that she felt sorry for him . Happiness overwhelmed him like a tide . He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head and whispered , " I don't mind taking hundreds more punches as long I can hear that . " Hazel nuzzled into his arms and didn't say anything . She just gently wrapped her hands around his waist . The atmosphere in the private room was warm and quiet , as if time had slowed down . But before it lasted long , there was a sudden burst of noise outside the private room , mixed with the dissuading sounds of the bodyguards . " Mr. Clarke , you can't go in ! Mr. Federer and his woman are inside , you'll disturb them ! " " Get out of my way ! " Vincent shouted hysterically , pierced through the door . " I want to see Hazel and no one can stop me ! " Hearing that , David's face darkened instantly , his brow furrowed . Just as he was about to put Hazel down and leave to deal with the situation , he heard a loud bang outside the private room . A gunshot ! Hazel froze in fear , instinctively clutching David's clothes . The bodyguards outside were also panicked , their voices trembling , " Mr. Clarke , you can't just fire your gun like that ! " Vincent's reply came , low and deranged , " Anyone who tries to stop me again , the next bullet won't be into the ceiling . I say this for the last time , get out of my way ! " He kicked the door hard , a dull thud , as if it would be kicked open at any moment . David shielded Hazel behind him , his eyes turning cold .