Chapter 703: Jealous Queen 2

Chapter 703: Jealous Queen 2

Helen hesitated for only a second before stepping forward, her fingers brushing against the handles of the wheelchair. “I’ll take that—” she began, her voice polite but uncertain.

Natalya’s head snapped toward her, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. “What are you doing?” she demanded, her voice low and lethal. “Who asked you to hold it?”

Helen froze, her fingers immediately retreating as if burned. “I-I just thought—”

“You thought wrong,” Natalya cut her off, her voice sharp enough to draw blood. The nurse took a quick step back, her face pale, her hands clutching at her uniform like a shield.

Natalya turned back to me, her movements abrupt as she grabbed my arm and pulled me gently toward her. I played along, letting my body sway slightly—just enough to make it look like I was losing my balance.

Polina reacted instantly, her reflexes honed by years of training. She caught me, her hands steadying my shoulders, and for a brief moment, my chest pressed against hers.

I could feel the firmness of her body, the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her uniform. Her expression didn’t change—not even a flicker—but I caught the way her breath hitched, just for a second.

Natalya’s eyes flashed with fury. “Viper!” she snapped, her voice laced with panic and possessiveness. “Are you okay?”

Before I could respond, she yanked me back against her, her arm wrapping around my waist with a strength that brooked no argument.

She helped me sit back in the wheelchair, her movements rough but careful, her glare fixed on Polina. The bodyguard still had one hand on my shoulder, supporting me, but Natalya’s eyes burned with a silent command.

Polina’s hand dropped instantly, her fingers retreating as if scalded. She took a step back, her expression impassive, but the tension in her jaw betrayed her.

Natalya didn’t say a word. She didn’t need to. The message was clear: Mine.

With a sharp exhale, Natalya took control of the wheelchair, her grip on the handles so tight her knuckles turned white. She pushed me forward, her strides quick and purposeful, leaving the others behind without a backward glance.

The mansion’s grand doors loomed ahead, and Natalya didn’t slow down as we crossed the threshold, the wheels of the chair rolling smoothly over the marble floors.

Once inside, Natalya finally stopped, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths as if she’d just run a marathon. She crouched in front of me, her hands gripping the arms of the wheelchair so tightly I could see her knuckles whitening. Her eyes searched mine, a storm of emotions swirling in their depths—concern, possessiveness, and something softer that she quickly masked.

Without a word, she stood abruptly and moved to the sofa, sinking into it with a sigh. I watched as two of the female bodyguards silently excused themselves and went to the kitchen.

They returned moments later with glasses of water, one for Natalya and one for me, before disappearing back into the kitchen, where the clatter of pots and pans soon followed. Helen lingered behind me, her presence like a shadow I could feel but not see.

One of the bodyguards stepped outside and returned with a sleek black briefcase, handing it to Helen. “Here, this is yours,” she said, her voice professional and detached.

Helen took it with a nervous nod. “Yeah…” She opened the briefcase and began checking its contents, her fingers trembling slightly as she sorted through what looked like medical supplies and documents.

I turned my attention back to Natalya, my voice low. “Boss… did you find out who was behind Igor?”

Natalya shook her head, her expression darkening. “No. But we will soon find out.” Her voice dropped to a lethal whisper. “And I will kill them all myself.”

I noticed Helen flinch slightly at Natalya’s words, her hands pausing mid-motion before she quickly resumed her task. Natalya didn’t care. Her eyes never left mine, burning with fierce determination.

“You don’t have to worry about it,” she said, her voice softening slightly as she turned her full attention to me. “Your job is to rest and quickly heal yourself so that… so that you can serve me well.”

I nodded, my voice sincere. “I will definitely not forget Boss’s life-saving grace. And—”

“You,” Natalya cut me off sharply, “don’t talk.”

I quieted down, but not before I saw Helen gather her courage and step closer. She glanced at Natalya, her voice hesitant. “I… I want to take his temperature. Can I?”

Natalya gave a curt nod, her eyes never leaving mine. Helen crouched down in front of me, and I couldn’t help but notice the way her uniform stretched slightly over her tits. My eyes flickered there for just a second—just long enough for Natalya to catch it.

Helen cleared her throat, her voice trembling slightly. “Can… can you open your mouth?”

She placed a digital thermometer between my lips. It beeped a few seconds later, and she pulled it out, her eyes flicking to the reading. “It’s normal,” she said, her gaze darting to Natalya.

Natalya’s eyes narrowed. “Is there anything he can’t eat or drink?”

Helen shifted uncomfortably. “It’s better to eat a lot of vegetables and no fried or heavy food… for now. And no alcohol, as it’s bad for his heart.”

Natalya turned to Polina, who was standing silently beside her. “You heard her. Go tell them inside the kitchen.”

Polina nodded and disappeared into the kitchen without a word.

Helen coughed lightly, her eyes flicking between Natalya and me. “I… I think…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Natalya’s head snapped toward her, her expression sharp. “What is it?”

Helen swallowed hard. “I think it’s best for the patient to lie down… instead of sitting here.”

Natalya’s face went blank for a second before her expression shifted into one of sheer, unadulterated fury. She stood up abruptly, her voice a dangerous growl. “Viper, I’m sorry…”

Then she whirled on Helen, her voice rising to a thunderous shout. “Why didn’t you say it EARLIER?!” Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her entire body vibrating with rage.

Helen shrank back, her face pale. “I—I didn’t think—”

“You didn’t think?!” Natalya snapped, stepping closer, her eyes blazing. “He’s injured, and you’re just standing there like an idiot?! If anything happens to him—”

I reached out, gripping Natalya’s wrist gently. “Boss, it’s okay—”

“It’s not okay!” she snapped, though her voice softened slightly as she looked at me. She took a deep breath, visibly forcing herself to calm down.

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