Chapter 10 I Won’t Hurt Her

As if something clicked in his head, Kingsley's grip on Mr Moore's thigh loosened instantly and he stood up quickly, he took a few steps away from Mr. Moore who was still shivering like a catfish, just like his butler.

Kingsley stood there awkwardly before saying. "Your daughter is safe with me. Rest assured, I won't hurt her." He said calmly, making Mr Moore a little shocked by the tone.

Mr Moore's eyes widened in surprise at the next statement Kingsley said "I would never hurt her" and for some reason, he sounded so sincere..As if he meant every word.

His eyes that made people wet their pants the moment he laid it on them, those eyes now held a sort of calmness and sincerity.

Kingsley stood at a distance, looking at Mr Moore. He meant that promise—after all, he never liked for a woman to be manhandled especially not his wife.

Anybody who disrespect his wife was also disrespecting him and he doesn't tolerate disrespect from anyone.

Moreover, he figured that he would have to take care of Jasmine too since she was sick with a brain tumor. He won't concern himself too much but he knows he can't avoid this.

"So, where is she?" He asked a little impatiently when he gazed at his watch. It was long past curfew time. He chanted in his head that he was only being this considerate because of his grandpa.

He needed Jasmine to go see his grandpa the following day for dinner.

"Of course, she's in her room. Just tell my husband to bring out the keys from his mouth" Margaret's annoyed-sarcastic voice rolled out, catching the men's attention.

She was standing on the stairs, her eyes glaring at her husband whose face was dripping wet with sweat. She mocked him inwardly.

Kingsley saw the woman and she smiled at him, making his face grow dull immediately. That was weird to him.

He didn't give that gesture much thought, his eyes landed on Mr Moore again as he groaned a little "Keys??"

Mr Moore stuttered before yelling out to the butler who had forgotten to come back to the living room—or rather,refused to come to stay under the same roof as Kingsley for fear of being skinned alive.

The butler hesitated as he came into the living room, he was expecting to see broken furniture and blood splattered everywhere and Kingsley's shirt covered with blood.

"Mr Moore.." He responded,coming to Mr Moore's side.

Mr Moore looked at Kingsley who was staring back at him before he returned his gaze to the butler "Go bring Jasmine out"

"I'm coming along" Kingsley announced and Mr Moore gestured to the Butler to lead him towards Jasmine's room.

The butler's face dropped but he nodded nevertheless as he hastened his footsteps so he can be at a good distance away from Kingsley.

Kingsley followed behind the butler and he almost scoffed because of the reaction. It was beginning to irritate him. This was how most people were when close to him and he got so used to it that he started to see them as boneless animals.

The butler stopped by a vast door, he brought out the small key. His trembling hand fumbled with the keys as he inserted it in the door, trying to open it.

He was nervous when Kingsley got near him, he could feel the presence, and the scent from Kingsley didn't help either. He was relieved when the door clicked open finally.

Without waiting for the butler, Kingsley pushed the door with his palm and the door opened.

He stood close to the doorway when Jasmine's familiar scent swept into his nose, he spotted her on the bed before stepping into the room.

An unknown small smile formed at the side of his lips when he saw the little woman curled up on the bed, she was sleeping soundly.

He walked to her side and sat on the edge of the bed, he just kept staring at her sleeping face.

His jaw tightened a little when he saw the dried tears on her face, she cried to sleep.

He glared at the butler who quickly ran out of the room. Not wasting any time, he scooped her into his arms.

Jasmine stirred in her sleep before a sigh followed as she rested her head on his chest as if she was in her comfy bed.

Kingsley matched out of her room, he didn't look at Mr Moore and the others as he carried Jasmine away.

Mr Moore's face was pained as he watched his daughter being carried out by the emotionless man. There he realized how much his daughter was going to face, she would be in for a long ride.

His daughter was like a sacrificial lamb in his arms and he couldn't do anything.

The maids and security guards stepped away as they gave way for Kingsley to pass. He stepped out of the house.

He got near the car and gestured to one of the security guards to come open the front seat door for him.

The guard could feel his life slipping away but he couldn't defile the monster. He opened the front door and Kingsley placed Jasmine on the seat. He lowered the seat so she would relax her back.

When he noticed his work was done, The guard scurried away without being told.

Just at that moment, the butler ran out of the house and rushed towards Kingsley.

Kingsley threw him a dirty look but the butler stammered while handing him Jasmine's phone "Her phone."

Kingsley eyed him before snatching the phone from his hand and placing it on the dashboard of his car.

The butler went back inside the house and Kingsley got into the car and soon, he majestically drove out of the compound after he got what he came to look for.

His hand on the steering wheel was tight, he sped through the busy road as he headed to his mansion.

Different thoughts were running through his head and he was slightly annoyed by this inconvenience.

Getting to his house, he parked his car and safely carried his wife out of the car and her phone too.

Elliot and Raymond were standing close to the door. They both lived in the house at the back of his mansion.

"Keep the car at the garage" Kingsley ordered Elliot before heading inside the house.

Raymond assisted by opening the living room and Jasmine's new bedroom door. Raymond left afterwards that.

Kingsley gently placed her on the bed and she grumbled a little in her sleep. He took off her shoes and covered her with the quilt.

Jasmine sighed tiredly and Kingsley took that as a cue to leave. He got up from the bed and made to leave when her soft-pained voice whimpered "Please, let me live"

Her statement made him freeze all over as he snapped his eyes at her. Was she dying??