The Threat

"Hush! Stop crying wifey. This wound is not that fatal."

Xia raised her teary face to Zachary Benedict who was lying on the bed. His chest was bare. The stab wound finally stopped bleeding and a bandage covered the area. But even if the royal family doctor arrived to treat his wound

Xia can't stop the flow of tears from her eyes. She'd been crying for straight half an hour now She was dead worried seeing him bloody a while ago and the worst negative scenario entered her mind.

He lifted his fingers to the tears on her cheeks and dry it using his fingers. His eyes worriedly look at her tear soaked face and red rimmed eyes. "I was so scared Hary. I thought something bad happened to you. The thought scared the hell out of me. I even thought I will loose you."

"You could see that I'm fine now wifey. The knife did not stab me to inflict a fatal wound. I got so lucky. Stop worrying now or I will not be able to rest watching you continuously cry."