At the time of Woo-seok’s call, saying he was leaving the office, I hurried to the kitchen.
Since the Korean meal in the morning was too simple, I planned to make pasta with the fresh seafood that the blind woman had prepared.
From cooking the tomatoes to making the sauce myself, I prepared a proper Western-style meal, and Help went up to the garden.
Seemingly anxious, she kept stealing her dry hands under the white apron.
Help’s eyes narrowed slightly at the headlights of the black sedan that had just climbed the hill, and she frowned.
Woo-seok and the driver, Mr. Park, who raised his hand to shield his eyes, confirmed the standing woman with a tense atmosphere.
The man in the back seat was undoubtedly not pleased.
“This morning, did you convey the message well?”
As expected.
As soon as the woman in a white apron appeared in front of the vehicle on top of the hill, the chilly voice from the back seat asked.
It was a confirmation whether I had properly conveyed that I should not do anything for me, including meals and even turning my shoes around.
“Yes, I conveyed it without omission.”
Ji-wan gently swept the tip of my chin.
“Even so, you came out like that, standing?”
Under the neatly tied hair with a lumpy hairband, the slender neck line, illuminated, was white.
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“With both hands gathered in front, the long eyelashes that droop when I look only at her seem like a fierce beast in front of a frightened rabbit. Although I haven’t done anything, I felt like I became a really bad guy.
Since I had already assumed the role of a villain, I didn’t care whether I did something bad before or after thinking about becoming a bad guy. Still, the woman who could make me feel that way with just a glance was impressive.
Even though it’s scary and I can’t even meet her eyes, why bother doing something I told her not to do? What kind of arrogance is this?
Refusing to talk about things she can’t do, because she received something, is she saying she will do her part in the things she can do?
Even if she doesn’t do it when she doesn’t want to, it’s probably my will, a pathetic pride, or something.
With a face full of displeasure, the man’s thick eyebrows wrinkled.
“You said you didn’t need a housemaid. You said it was too free to do nothing. Since you don’t know anyone around, and there’s no suitable place to go, you might think you can do that, so I put the housemaid on hold.”
During this conversation, the car stopped in front of the main entrance, and Woo-seok urgently got out.
“Good night, Samo-nim.”
While Woo-seok exchanged greetings with Help in the passenger seat, Ji-wan, unable to bear it, opened the car door herself and got out.
“Then please go in, CEO. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
After bowing politely behind Ji-wan, who entered the house without saying anything, Woo-seok, who also greeted with a slight bow, said,
“You haven’t had dinner.”
Slightly, he signaled Help.
The woman, who had been worried that she might be rejected again like in the morning, disappeared happily into the house, like she was about to leap.
It was when Help, habitually turning the shoes the man had taken off, changed direction and neatly placed my shoes next to them, and Help’s small feet went pitter-patter towards the kitchen.
Stopping my steps toward my room and slightly turning my head, my hurried steps came to a halt, looking at the man’s back, who was neatly scanning the set table.
I wonder what it is.
What excuse will he use this time to put off this meal?
What excuse. He’s not someone who would find fault with someone for no reason.
Clearly, if you want me to clean up, just say so.
But is it not Western cuisine?
If not, maybe I should try Chinese or Japanese next time.
Behind the back of the man who cleanly avoided it, an awkward expression was drawn.
Since I quickly realized my mood, joining hands quietly seemed like waiting for a decrepit signal that would inevitably fall.”It seems that making noodles at this late hour might be a bit…right? It seems you don’t particularly like Korean food, so I’ll change the menu. I was too hasty in my thinking. I’ll prepare something simple again.”
Just as Help was about to urgently supplement the silence, Ji-wan interrupted.
“Spaghetti is fine, and let’s add a salad.”
The low, solid voice of the man always sent a chill through the corner of my heart, no matter when I heard it.
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“That voice, even though I said to clear the main dish aside and only eat the salad, the woman’s face brightened at being the chosen one without much effort.
As Ji-wan entered my room at the end of the corridor,
Help pushed the pasta to the side and added fresh fruits and nuts to the salad plate.
Compared to what she was doing, it wasn’t much different from a child wanting to receive praise for something.
Since the woman had never heard that she couldn’t do anything anywhere, she had been scolded by the man all along.
Well done, you worked hard.
Hearing these words was as difficult for Help as picking stars from the sky.
As Ji-wan sat in front of the neatly arranged salad on the silverware, Help pulled the chair opposite and confidently sat him down.
As if waiting eagerly for the man to sit.
With ears perked up and eyes brightened, it seemed not burdensome at all to the man anticipating the meal.
“Today, the gardener uncle came by. I planted hydrangeas and four o’clock flowers and various other things.”
In front of Help’s chattering, the man silently started his meal.
“Hydrangeas look like tightly packed balls. And the colors, how luxurious and beautiful they are. In the past, they used to dry hydrangea flowers and use them as fever reducers, isn’t it fascinating?”
Eating for taste wasn’t the reason, perhaps because there was no special excitement in putting the salad on the fork and eating it.
Regardless, Help’s mouth never stopped.
“Oh, I heard this today too. The color of hydrangeas is determined by the acidity of the soil. When it’s acidic, it’s blue; when it’s alkaline, it’s pink. Isn’t that really fascinating?”
Only now did the man raise his head and meet the gaze of the woman who had tilted her upper body toward me.
Looking at myself reflected in the dark brown eyes, Help finally lowered her gaze as if coming to her senses.
It was understandable because, for the man, it seemed more interesting to watch me talking excitedly than hydrangeas changing colors according to the soil.
“The language of hydrangeas is sincerity. And the language of four o’clock flowers… ah!”
As if remembering, Help raised her hand and pointed to the paradise bird she had placed in front of the living room window.
“Someone named Seol sent it. The meaning of the paradise bird is eternal and unchanging.”
Seol.
At that name, even the small movements of the man that were continuing stopped.
“The language of the paradise bird is said to be eternal and unchanging.”
The cool gaze touching the potted plant slowly moved towards the woman on the opposite side.
“…Who is Seol?”
Where did the courage come from?
Inevitably, that question popped out.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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