Sweet Aphrodite's POV
　　The danger I am in made my body rigid and cold. The guy caged my neck on his arm from my back and he's pointing a gun on the side of my head. The coldness of the steel made me shiver.
　　Everyone who is inside is frightened and looking at me. The goons are now getting the jewelry that they want while the staff are on hold, too, with their mouths covered and hands tied down. The few customers are sitting on the cold floor, silent and scared to trigger the bad guys while I am being held.

　　The door inside the shop opened, showing the employee who entertained my boss and Sir Lennox is following her while reading on the brochure he is holding. The lady's eyes widened when she saw the situation then stepped backward. Sir Lennox gaze went to me and his serious face turned blank. I swallowed the lump in my throat while staring at him. His gaze gave me a bit of comfort.
　　Even the air conditioner is on, I am sweating badly and my body is shaking a bit.
　　The lady attempted to go to the desk as if she's going to press something but a goon caught her. A gun is now pointing at Sir Lennox while two guy helped each other to make him sit and tie him down. His face remained stoic as he let them but his eyes never left me.
　　The guy holding me pressed the end of the gun against my head and it made my eyes tear up in fear. The staff was pushed by the other goon while he aggressively encourage her to put the money and valuable jewelries in the bag. With shaking hands, she followed him and gave everything.
　　"Give that to me too!"
　　"Make that fast. You're taking forever!" the guy holding me shouted.

　　I can't help but to cough when the guy holding me tightened his choke on me as he spoke. I tried gasping for air.
　　"S-Stop, please..." I begged that came out as a whisper. My vision is already darkening.
　　"Let her go," Sir Lennox said. The coldness on his voice was brutal.
　　I tried opening my eyes. His dark expression is evident. He stood making the two guy guarding him alert. They pointed their guns to him again.

　　"Don't you dare move," the one said while looking up to him because of the height difference. He pressed the gun on my boss' neck that made me concern for him.
　　"Let her go and maybe I'll forgive you for touching her," he threatened again while looking at the man on my back.
　　His face is dangerous. The way his lips pressed together explains how much patience is he loosing. It seems like he's forcing to control himself.
　　I heard the blindfold opened up. I glanced to the glass door and saw the police outside the shop. The crowd outside are curiously looking here. The goons looked there and they began panicking at the sight of the authorities. The hold on me tightened even more.
　　"Why would I follow you? If I let her go, they are going to get me!" the guy holding me nervously said. I can feel him shaking a bit.
　　Lennox stepped forward and their face turned pale when he looked at them. One shouted terribly and shot Sir Lennox that landed on his arm. I stopped breathing for few seconds because of that. He effortlessly kicked the two out of his sight while his hands are still tied.
　　The one holding me lost his focus and I took that opportunity to escape from him. I kicked the space between his legs that made him grunt. The gun fell from his hand and I immediately kicked it away. When he released me, I immediately stepped away to run but he caught me by my hair. My face crumpled in pain. He pulled me to face him then he punched me on my stomach. A slap hit across my face. I fell in my knees as I weakened.
　　I heard a growl and the next thing I knew, the guy who hurt me flew against the wall making a huge impact. It cause craters and there are parts that fell down.
　　Sir Lennox who looks furious went to me. The policemen entered the scene and I can't be more relieved.
　　"I'm sorry," he said then cupped my face. His rough thumb traced my cheek that is swollen. He muttered a curse under his breath then he hugged me tightly. My heart warmed in comfort. But when I remembered something, I pushed him a bit and I looked at his arm. The bullet is still in his skin and there are traces of blood.
　　"I am really sorry..." he whispered.
　　I shook my head and looked at his face. "You're shot!"
　　He just shook his head then helped me to stand. He snaked his arm on my waist then he led me out of the shop. People are looking at us.
　　"Sir, let's go to the hospital," I uttered.
　　He shook his head again. "Let's go home," he said.
　　The medical team tried to stop him but he did not let them. We managed to went out of the premises then he opened the door for me.
　　"Sir, you need medical attention!" I said, almost hysterical.
　　"No, I am okay," he uttered sternly.
　　I shook my head and tears escaped from my eyes out of frustration. "But Lennox--"
　　"I said I am okay so let's go, okay?" he said with glaring eyes.
　　I sat on the passenger seat then cried silently. I heard him cussed but he still started driving.
　　"I'm sorry, Sweet, but I can't go," he said softly.
　　I can't understand why he couldn't. I am scared that he may lose a lot of blood. It's on the other side that's why I can't see it now. I sighed in frustration and can't wait to reach the mansion.
　　As soon as we stepped on the mansion, I ran and looked for the first aid kit. What if it will get worse just because of his stubbornness?
　　When I got back to the living room where he is sitting, there is already a bandage on his arm that is affected. He opened his fist then I saw the bullet on his palm. My hand flew on my mouth and my body shook a bit when I realized that he removed it by himself. That must be painful! My tears fell then I sat beside him, readying the kit.
　　"I'll clean the wound," I whispered in a shaky voice.
　　He shook his head. "It is already fine."
　　I tried to reach for his arm that is now covered with bandage but he stopped my hand.
　　"Sir!" I frustratedly said.
　　"It's already fine, Sweet. Don't worry," he softly said.
　　"How can it be fine by just covering it? Stop being stubborn!" I shouted.
　　He just shook his head. I burst into tears and hit him on his other arm. He sighed then he pulled me closer to him, hugging me tightly.
　　"Damn you! I am just worried and you are being too stubborn!" I cried.
　　"Hush, my Sweet. I'm sorry baby but don't worry, I am fine. Please stop crying," he whispered softly then planted kisses on my forehead.
　　I kept on hitting him until I got tired. He tightened his hug to me. The comfort washed all over me and all I could think is his hug. A comfortable silence made its way between us. Then he lightly pushed me away. With my swollen eyelids due to crying, I watched his face neared on my cheek that was slapped. I closed my eyes when his lips touched my skin. Then he kissed the spots on my neck that was choke. His kisses are too soft that it erased the pain I am feeling. Then he raised my shirt and he kissed the area where I was punched. Butterflies celebrated inside me.
　　"I am sorry," he whispered then looked up to me with his miserable gaze. "I am sorry that this happened," he added.
　　I shook my head and I smiled at him weakly. "No. Thank you for saving me," I answered sincerely.
　　He raised his hand and caressed my cheek lovingly. "Nah. That's my duty. To protect you and it's not a responsibility or obligation for me. It's my passion to take care of you, to protect you... to love you."