Memory was hazy.
Even when consciousness barely returned, the eyes that opened in the hot glare easily closed again.
Meanwhile, a subtle scrutiny around me was felt.
Tap, tap.
It was the sound of bare feet brushing against the marble floor.
For me, who always wore slippers indoors without exception, it was an unfamiliar sound and the only person in this house who walked barefoot.
With feet smaller than my palm, on that day, I saw her walking unhesitatingly on the marble floor.
The night she attacked me in the darkened living room.
In the spilled moonlight, the pure white feet revealed under the cotton pajamas caught my eye more than the smooth calf.
The neatly gathered, petite feet were something I involuntarily kept looking at, wondering if I unknowingly had a fetish for feet.
Not to mention socks, the bare feet of the woman who didn’t even wear slippers were equally impressive.
Tap, tap.
It slowed down somewhat.
Tap, tap, tap.
It became urgent.
With those small feet from before, the woman busily wandered around the house all day long.
With closed eyes, all my keen senses focused on the sound of Help’s footsteps.
At moments when the tapping seemed annoying, causing my mouth to dry, clear water invariably flowed into my mouth.
As my head cleared more and more, the heat on the forehead subsided, and at the moment when the sweaty pillow emitted a creaking sound, a smile even spread to my lips.
Ah, this woman even changed the pillowcase.
In my consciousness, not yet completely awake, I used to search for Help’s footsteps.
I thought I was getting better, but I might not be.
Me, Seo Ji-wan, amidst this, seeking someone else’s presence.
Yes, I am still suffering from a severe body ache.
More severe than ever, very, very severe.
Ji-wan’s right arm, who thought so, unreservedly rested on my forehead.
The world spread out before my eyes was endlessly vast.
It was the world seen from the back of my father’s horse.
“Even if you have nothing, even if you have nothing to boast about, there are many ways to be helpful in this world. Just being that kind of person is enough, you know?”
My father’s resonant voice was the feeling flowing through my body.
‘Yes, Dad.’
At the moment when the muted answer felt oddly empty, I opened my eyes.
It was a dream.
Truly, for the first time in a long while, a dream with Dad.
The air floating in the dark room seemed unfamiliar, not my room.
‘Why, why am I on the president’s bed?’
In surprise, as Help’s eyes rose, sheets covering up to the chest came into view.
10 AM.
Hooek!!
Warm air circulated under my suddenly standing soles.
Except for neatly laid silk pajamas belonging to an individual male, there was no sign of Ji-wan anywhere.
‘He must have gone to work. Since his fever hasn’t gone down all night, he seems to be getting better.’
The bedroom of the man who had just opened his eyes, as well as the living room and kitchen, were silent, making me alone again.
The two days the man stayed home due to illness were sleepless hours, but it was comforting not to be alone.
Since coming to this house, or rather, as far back as I could remember in my childhood, I had always been alone.
At the age of nine, when I came home to a silent house after school, I would first open the rice cooker to check the rice.
If there was enough rice for the lid to barely close, I would sit in front of it and cry for a long time.
Until that abundant rice disappeared, it meant that my mother would not come home for a while.
The emptiness I felt in front of the rice cooker with its steam rising and steaming rice was overwhelming, like a torrent, now that I was an adult.
It was an emotion I thought I had forgotten, a long-forgotten feeling.
As my chest tightened, I soon felt hungry.
Ironically, while taking care of the man, I neglected to take care of my own meals.
It happened when I entered the kitchen to wash the rice for a single serving.
Rrrrr.
It was an unknown number.
“Hello.”
Did you wake up?
The low voice that swallowed the silent silence in an instant was Jiwan.
From the moment I confirmed that it was a man, my head became dark.
Whether it was an auditory hallucination or a delusion.
‘Why would this person call me? The messages were always conveyed through Director Han, the person I used to tell everything to, why…’
With no answer, a shallow sigh came from the other end of the receiver.
It’s Seo Jiwan.
There was no room for doubt; it was a definite answer.
“Yes, I know. Husband.”
Phew.
This time it wasn’t a sigh.
What came from the other end was a small but unmistakable laughter.
Yes, husband.
Only after hearing the word ‘husband’ from the man’s mouth did I realize that I had called him ‘husband’ so casually.
With Jiwan’s laughter, the tension eased, and Help laughed along.
He slept soundly in the morning, so I laid him on the bed without permission.
“Yes, thanks to that, I slept well. I didn’t even know you left. How is your body?”
Thanks to that.
In the voice that did not add many words, Help’s laughter had long disappeared.
Why She Is Still Unmoved (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: He uses various methods to seek her affection, but she remains unmoved.
Synopsis:
Si Qingyu is a doctor who has saved countless lives and enjoys tranquility.
Luo Shaoxuan is ruthless, deeply scheming, and the top young master in the capital. He admires Si Qingyu.
Luo Shaoxuan: I want to be the only one in your eyes and heart.
Features a cold and calm female lead vs A noble and scheming male lead.
There will be both sweetness and torture towards the male after their marriage.
