“Is it care for me?....”

Episode- 113 “Is it care for me?....”      Alisa’s POV             I walked to my room as I return to the mansion… this mansion is empty and lonely… they say right… home is not about building but people… large empty hallways are always prison for me… never home…. I never find a place I can truly call my home……… the memory of Edwin carrying me in his arms flash in front of my eyes… why do my mind always go to him every time…    I was about to reach my room when I heard a hiss…. Then I heard the door closing sound… I walked to the direction as my legs were attracted to there…. I was anxious…  I was standing in front of Edwin’s room and I want to check it once if he there or not…. Last time I ended up getting scold… I shouldn’t….. but this is same floor as me, maybe it will be fine….  I heard a hiss again…. I can’t anymore.     I turned the door knob to open the door, I was Edwin was sitting on the bed and Ken was standing in the corner and the same doctor as that day was dressing Edwin’s shoulder… I can still see traces of wipe blood, his face was cold but I know it might have hurt him a lot…. for some reason I can feel it. I dropped my purse at the same place, and walked in hurry…. To him..    I was about to reach him but he stopped me by raising his other hand and telling me to stop before I move further to him. I stopped as I was amazed my his actions… I noticed my eyes were already moist like they will shed tears any moment.    I know the doctor and Ken was surprised to see me. the doctor kept doing what she was doing before while Edwin kept his gaze away from my reach. I wipe my tears and looked at Ken and Ken moved his head in a ‘No’ .    I don’t know what exactly this means but I know I shouldn’t talk at this moment. After the doctor was done, Ken walked out with her and door closed… finally we were the only two left here,,,, he looked at me once with cold expression and turned to the drawer.    He took a cigarette and started to smoke. He is ignoring me like I don’t exist while I still want to make sure he is fine… I walked to him and took the cigarette and crushed it under my food. He looked at me with anger… I don’t care.    I said with bold words, “Are you can idiot?.... how can you smoke when you are injured?”    I made him sit ignoring his cold expression and touched his face, he as one or two scratch… one of them is on his cheek… I move my hand to touch is cheeks gently then I looked at his shoulder…    I whispered, “It might have hurt a lot….” I noticed he was looking at me with intense gaze. I moved a little away and asked, “How did you get it?”    He said simply like this doesn’t matter, “I went to finish some people.” I was stoned at that place… does this means he went to kill someone or they were more than one…   I stuttered, “ W-W-why?” I was terrified at that moment. He said, “They wanted to harm him… so it’s natural for me to protect the old man.” he went to save someone… but whom? Could it be the same old man from that day.... but does it change the fact that he killed the people… it’s still a crime…     Before I could say any further, he grabbed my face in his feast and I can tell he is using some force. He asked with cold stone voice, “What is in your eyes?..... why do I see care in your eyes for me… is it care?” my eyes widen… and I was scared  to death.