Chapter 1272 I’m Not Afraid of Mr. Crawford

Luke waited next to the car door.

When Luca stepped closer, he opened the car door but did not get in. Instead, he gestured to invite her in.

They were quite close to each other. For a split second, she could catch Luke's scent in her nostrils.

Tommy was sitting in the car. He was very excited when he saw Luca. "Come in quick, Ms. Luca!”

Luca could not stop looking at Luke's arm. The light was too dim, and she could not see the extent of his injuries.

She bent over and stepped into the car.

Luke closed the car door, then stepped into the car through the other door.

"Hotel," he ordered the driver without using too many words.

The driver responded, then started the car.

Tommy looked at Luke with eyes full of concern. "Daddy, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt," Luke said. He glanced at his arm coldly, seemingly unperturbed by the slash wound.

Tommy stopped worrying when he heard his father say that. He gestured a thumbs-up at him and said, "You were so cool just now, Daddy! You were very cool too, Ms. Luca."

Jason noticed the commotion while they were on their way back to the hotel.

The driver parked the car by the roadside, and Luke stepped out immediately to help Luca with her predicament. Tommy had watched the fight happen and was thoroughly impressed by their prowess.

"Thank you," Luca said sullenly. She could have dealt with the two boys easily, but Luke's sudden appearance had caught her by surprise.

She would not have wanted to show off her combat skills if William had not brandished the knife.

Luke flexed his wrist. Tommy had told him that Luca had single-handedly defeated several hooligans. Now that she took down a jock by herself, he was quite impressed.

The only other woman he knew with such brawling skills was Rain.

"Where did you learn how to fight?" Luke asked. He could tell that she had been training for many years.

"I've been training at a dojo near my house since I was young," Luca said as she looked out of the window.

The driver stopped the car outside of the hotel, and Luca hurriedly opened the door and stepped out.

Tommy stepped out of the car on her side.

The three people went into the hotel together. Under the bright lights in the lobby, she finally could see Luke's injury clearly.

The blood had already dried, but Luca could tell that the cut was quite deep.

He would not have been hurt if he had not stepped out of the car.

Luca felt an inexplicable pang of guilt. She turned around and stopped looking at him.

The three people stepped into the elevator together.

The elevator stopped at Luca's floor, and the doors slowly opened. Just when she was about to step out, Tommy tugged her shirt sleeve and said, "Ms. Luca, shouldn't you help Daddy dress his wound?"

Tommy's reminder made Luca's gaze fall on Luke's arm again.

Tommy continued, "I'd help Daddy if I know how to, Ms.

Luca. Is the injury serious?"

Luca felt even guiltier when she heard that. She nodded and said, "I'll help you dress your wound, Mr. Crawford."

Luke glanced at his son, then at his arm. He nodded and said nothing.

The elevator attendant saw that Luca did not leave. He smiled and said, "Do you want to go up, Ma'am?"

"Yes." Luca nodded.

The elevator attendant pulled his finger back from the button, and the elevator doors slowly closed.

When the elevator arrived at Luke's floor, the three people stepped out. Luca walked behind the father and son and could not help but feel dejected.

"Come in, Ms. Luca!" Tommy waved at her and smiled warmly.

Luca came to her senses and stepped into the suite.

Tommy closed the door behind her, then took her hand and led her to the couch. "Please sit down for a while, Ms. Luca."

When Luca looked at the child's innocent smile, she could not help but feel that she had been tricked somehow.

"Are you feeling unwell, Ms. Luca? You seem weird," Tommy asked when he saw the forced smile on Luca's face.

"I'm fine." Luca shook her head and patted Tommy's head.

Luke took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack. He glanced at them and said, "I'll go and take a shower first."

"Mm." There was no first aid kit in the suite. After Luke closed the bathroom door, she picked up the phone receiver and gave a call to the front desk.

When the call was picked up, she asked for some antiseptic and bandages.

The service at the six-star hotel was very efficient. In less than three minutes, someone brought all the items she requested to the suite.

Tommy sat next to her and wagged his legs. "Daddy is a clean freak, Ms. Luca. He'll be in the bathroom for a while."

"Mm." Luca carefully inspected the items that the attendant brought her and saw that nothing was missing. She continued, "Right, Tommy, you should go and tell Daddy not to wash the wound with shower cream."

"Why don't you go and tell him yourself, Ms. Luca?" Tommy asked.

Luca was messing around with a bottle of rubbing alcohol in her hands. Before she could reply, Tommy continued, "Are you afraid of my Daddy?"

"..." Luca was speechless as she looked at Tommy.

" Really, Ms. Luca? You're afraid of my Daddy?" Tommy's eyes widened. He had made a harmless guess, and he did not expect to guess right.

"No." Luca shook her head weakly. She was not afraid of Luke, but rather, she did not want too many interactions with him.

Luke and Tommy did not know that Luca would be assaulted by various emotions every time they met. If she would have to return to the Island of Despair eventually, she would be very reluctant to leave.

Even though they were separated for three years, Luca's love for Luke did not lessen the least bit.

Reminiscing the past was painful enough. She did not want to create more memories with him; that would only make things even more agonizing.

"So why wouldn't you want to tell him yourself?" Tommy

asked with a cheeky grin, as though he really wanted Luca to do it.

"Alright then, I'll go.” Luca placed the bottle on the table and walked toward the bathroom.

The door was a good insulator of sound. She could barely hear the sound of water coming from inside.

Luca took a deep breath and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Yes?" Luke's voice could be heard from within.

"Mr. Crawford, try not to wash your wound with shower cream," Luca said.

"Alright," Luke replied.

Luca returned to the couch and looked at the boy. She emphasized again, "I'm not afraid of Mr. Crawford." Belongs to - All rights reserved.

"Mm, I know, Ms. Luca!" Tommy smiled and wagged his legs.

Luca knew Tommy's character well, and she could tell that he did not really believe her.