Like a puppy.

Berielle's POV:

There is no way a Warner can go on his knees and beg me. I nervously looked down at him just to find him looking at me already. He appeared to be so tense and worried about me.

"Let me help you." He whispered, "No, instead you should use me. Use me to get whatever you want and then discard me. Elle. I wouldn't mind it. I would not say 'no' to you. I will happily and gladly oblige to your requests. Order me around, do what you wish." He kept on saying, "This time, I am not here asking for forgiveness. I do not deserve it. I don't deserve it until I have not done anything for you."

My heart picked up its pace in my chest. I have hated him since the day he signed the divorce papers but right now, I couldn't. I could not bring myself to hate him.

"Get yourself treated. I want you to get this role and achieve your dreams." He exhaled, "I have never been by your side in the past but now, no matter how much you will shoo me away, I am sticking by your side, Elle. You will always find me next to yourself. Always. This time I am keeping my promise." He was really firm and determined with his words.

I sighed and held my head. This is not what I expected. Moreover, seeing him so determined, I know any resistance is not going to work on him. He will continue to chase me around until he gets it.

"Are you going to continue to kneel or will you open the door for me?" I asked and for a split second, his eyes widened and suddenly his lips curled up into a grin.

"Of course, milady." He got up and immediately rushed to open the door for me. I walked towards the door and for a moment, I was hesitant before I stepped inside his car. I am deeply aware of the fact that he is only doing it to get rid of the guilt which he has been feeling. He is doing it for himself but yeah, if he wants to be used, I am not going to spare him either. Although I have said in the past that I do not want anything to do with Warner's family, if he is offering himself to me so passionately, I will just have to see where this is headed. Right now, I am really tempted to use him and then discard him just like his family did to me and just like he said earlier.

Zen smoothly drove me to the address. Meanwhile, I did not say a single word to him during our 40 minutes drive. However, from time to time, I could feel his gaze lingering on myself, especially whenever he would stop at the red signal. It was a test of my patience to treat him like an invisible entity. 'Cause all I wanted to do was to snap at him.

Soon, the car came to a halt in front of a building. I glanced up at it and saw how luxurious it looked from outside, from no angle one could say that this is a hospital.

"Come on. The doctor is waiting for us." I didn't realize when he walked out of the car and opened the door for me. Trust me, this time it was not my intention to slave him away. I was simply blown away by the building.

However, I quietly followed him out. Now that I am at the doctor's, I am nervous. I don't know what is wrong with me or what my condition is, but I am really hoping for everything to be fine. At such a critical moment, I cannot afford to be sick.

Thus, with the nervously beating heart, we made our way all the way to the office where a name plate stating 'Dr. Sang' was hanging. Zen knocked on the door and after hearing a response in mandarin, he opened it and walked in. For a split second, I paused, 'Did he understand mandarin?' Because as far as I am aware, no one in the Warner family can speak mandarin.

'He must have made a guess. That's it.' I tried to convince myself and now, he was talking to the doctor in English. I walked inside the office. Dr. Sang was a middle aged doctor. From the way his eyes shone, I could tell that he is one competent one. Furthermore, I have also done my research on him...Well, purely out of curiosity and no matter how much I hate to admit it, I trust Zen when it comes to such things.

"Hello, Miss. Wang." He greeted me as he called me from my surname like we have known each other for a while.

"Hi, nice to meet you." I smiled at him and he signaled us to take a seat.

After some quick greeting, Dr. Sang chased to point, "I have went through your case and found that you haven't been receiving treatment for a year now. Miss. Wang, in your condition it is utterly important to continue to receive therapy as long as you can because I am sure you are also aware that nerve damage can never be completely healed but with the therapy, it effects can be minimized." He was saying to me politely. Meanwhile, Zen looked at me with concern. I did not like how he could sympathize with me. Thus, I switched to mandarin this time.

"Is it possible for me to get better if I would continue it now? You know, I have a project coming up and I have to dance, I do not want my leg to bother me." With my switch to mandarin, Dr. Sang glanced at Zen. I am sure he was thinking that why I am doing this when he can't even understand it? Well, that's the whole point of it.

However, Zen gave him a nod to continue. So, like a puppet Dr. Sang answered me, “Yes, if you will diligently follow my guidance, you can definitely make up to the sessions that you have missed and as far as dancing is concerned, you are not in a really bad state. So, you can.” He suddenly started typing on his computer, “I want you to do some tests. The results will help me in making a better plan for you. These are electro diagnostic and magnetic imaging tests. So, they aren’t hard to take.”

“Okay.” I guess, I really need to pay attention to myself especially if I do not want to lose my leg. I unconsciously rubbed my thigh with palm as I was feeling extremely nervous and suddenly he put his hand over mine, stopping the teeny tiny episode of mental breakdown.

“You will be fine. I will make sure of it.” He whispered and perhaps I have been dying to hear these words of assurance, ‘cause I did not hate them. I did not hate them as they came out of his mouth and deep down I believed them as well.

Soon, a nurse took me for taking the prescribed tests. It did not take me a long time and after I was done and I walked out of the respective room, I found him pacing in the hallway. He looked… nervous and stressed.

“How did it go?” He asked me instantly.

“I don’t know. We actually have to wait for the results to know the outcome.” I harshly replied.

“No, no. This is not what I meant.” He held my hand to stop me, “Were they taxing? Are you tired?”

I paused in my tracks as I looked up to meet his eyes. His unconditional care, even if this is out of guilt, this is stirring something inside me. Perhaps this is because I have never been treated with so much care before. Thus, this softened me up a bit and I did not want to choke onto my words, so I shook my head in ‘no’ rather than speaking.

“That’s a relief.” He stated, still holding onto my hand.

‘I cannot get use to this.’ I reminded myself as I did not want to get carried away further. Thus, I pulled my hand out of his grip.

“Hey-“ He followed me like a puppy. Since it will take a day or two for the results, I was free now. Meanwhile, Zen rushed to stand in front of me, “You must be hungry. How about we grab a bite? What would you like to eat?”

I was about to say no immediately and he could have read my unsaid answer as his eyes became like a cat in ‘puss in boots’ and it shocked me to see this side of him. Today, he has been revealing a lot of his different sides to me and it is surprising.

“Please.” He whispered.

“Okay, let’s go and eat.” Well, I am going to make him regret everything today. I smirked as I took a seat in his car.