His soul-Chapter 293: To be honest

After receiving special treatment from Thomas and several other doctors at the Hospital Clinic de Barcelona, ​​Gina’s condition is much better. Gina could even smile at Martin and Thomas’ little bickering. At first Gina thought Thomas was different from Martin, but after seeing the way Thomas spoke to Massimo, Gina finally realized that Thomas was part of the group that Massimo was leading. It’s just that Thomas’s profession is a doctor.

"I want to go home," Gina said quietly, interrupting the conversation that was going on between the three men in front of her.

Thomas, Martin and Massimo suddenly looked at Gina at the same time.

"Home? You still need a doctor’s care." Massimo immediately replied curtly.

"That’s right, madam. I’ll have to do a few more observations on your stomach." Thomas immediately responded to Massimo’s words seriously.

Gina moistened her dry lips with her tongue. "But I’m fine, back then when this stomach ache didn’t last long either."

"Didn’t last long?!" Massimo’s voice rose. "So you’ve been through this kind of thing often?"

"Not often either, only occasionally."

"Oh Jesus." Massimo shrieked loudly, as his fist hit the table. Massimo’s ego is hurt again when he finds out that Gina often experiences pain like this.

Gina’s body trembled when she saw the anger that Massimo had just shown, as if she knew she would be punished. Gina slowly pulled the edge of the blanket and held it tightly against her body. Gina tried to cover her whole body with a blanket without paying attention to the stabbing pain in her hand, Gina forgot that the IV needle was still in her hand.

Seeing Gina hiding herself in the blanket made Thomas confused, not knowing Gina so well made Thomas not know what the personality of the master’s wife was like. Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask suddenly Martin’s big hand landed on his shoulder. "Let’s go out," he said quietly with a darkened look.

Like a child, without arguing Thomas complied when asked by Martin to go. Five minutes after the two of his men left Massimo got up from the sofa and approached the bed where Gina had rolled herself up in a blanket like spring rolls, seeing Gina’s childish behavior Massimo sighed. Slowly the man reached out his hand trying to grab Gina’s body from the blanket which Gina misunderstood. The incident when Massimo punished her that morning was traumatizing enough for Gina.

"Your IV line is coiled honey, get your hand out," Massimo said quietly.

Gina was still unmoved, ignoring Massimo.

"Your blood must be up in the hose by now, don’t you know? It doesn’t sting, doesn’t it?" Massimo spoke softly again.

As soon as Massimo finished speaking, Gina immediately looked at her left hand, she immediately grimaced when she saw that her blood had risen into the tube as Massimo had just said. Massimo heard Gina’s groans of pain, Massimo easily unrolled the blanket that wrapped Gina’s body and immediately re-tidied the infusion tube that was previously folded. Slowly the blood that had previously been rising slowly fell and reentered Gina’s body even though it was accompanied by a biting pain.

"Still sick? Should I call Thomas to change the position of your IV needle, hm?"

"No! I don’t want to be stabbed again," said Gina quickly with her cheeks already turning red.

Massimo chuckled. "So don’t be naughty, in this case you are not the loser."

"I’m not naughty, I’m a good girl."

"Really? If a good girl wouldn’t argue with her husband."

With her head down, Gina said. "I never denied you, even when you forced me to serve you rudely like yesterday."

Massimo’s lips immediately went numb when Gina brought up what he had done yesterday morning when he was annoyed at Gina who defended other men more than him, Massimo’s memory immediately focused on the wound he made to Gina’s back when he forcibly removed the dress Gina was wearing that morning. .

"Sorry." Massimo immediately stopped talking. "That’s when I lost control."

"You were mean yesterday," Gina said hoarsely.

Massimo, who couldn’t stand the sound of Gina holding back tears, grabbed Gina’s chin and lifted her up so he could see her face. Massimo likes to talk by looking Gina in the eye.

"I’m bad because you started it," said Massimo quietly trying to control his emotions. "I don’t like seeing other people enjoying your beauty, let alone those flies staring at you without blinking lustful and lustful. It’s clear in the eyes of the bastards they are imagining the beauty of your body, Gina. That’s why I was furious at that time and you made me even more angry when defending them ."

"I’m not defending them."

"Yeah, you defended them by asking me to be patient and forgive them, Gina. Those bastards deserve punishment for not being able to keep their eyes on them, in their dirty brains they must have had crazy fantasies about you. Don’t you understand?" Massimo stopped what he was saying when he almost crossed the line.

Gina blinked slowly at Massimo in confusion. "How do you know they had fantasies like that, we were at the restaurant at the time. Does anyone have such a fantasy? After all yesterday my clothes were also covered and modest, so it doesn’t make sense for something like that to happen. Don’t keep blaming others, Massimo. Reduce bad thoughts to others like that."

"Who says diners can’t think of such things? Is there any evidence? They’re all men, Gina. And they’re at the hotel, they have a wedding ring on their ring finger which means they’re married. Married men have twenty percent more sex fantasies than unmarried men, they must be..."

"Then how about you? When you weren’t married you already had a lot of women in this house, wouldn’t your words be baseless. " Gina interrupted Massimo’s words quickly.

"Because I’m such an asshole that’s why I can tell what they’re thinking, Gina. And because I’m more asshole than them I don’t want what’s mine to be enjoyed even if they just stare at you, a man with a good wife will keep his eyes on you and respect his wife. Not like what they did yesterday," said Massimo again in a voice that rose two octaves, his breath starting to catch on because he was getting emotional.

The tightness that held Gina’s chest slowly disappeared because of the words Massimo had just said. Moments ago Gina felt that Massimo loved her so much. There was a strange feeling swirling in her chest at this moment.

"And I don’t like you defending them, you’re my wife. You should be supporting me, not defending them."

"I’m not defending them, Massimo. I’m defending you, I’m trying to protect your good name in front of many people," Gina said honestly. "I’m pretty sure the hotel will blame you if there is a mess there and I don’t want that to happen."

"Defend me?"

Continued