Chapter 210: Lonely Heart ( 210 )

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Chapter 210: Lonely Heart ( 210 ) In the hospital. Private ward, Room 324. The soft light of early morning filtered through the curtains. Kyouko stirred, slowly waking from the light sleep she’d slipped into—still curled in the cushioned reclining chair beside Haruki’s bed, a blanket draped over her knees. The door opened quietly. A doctor stepped in, accompanied by a nurse. Kyouko blinked, straightened up slightly, and wiped her face gently with her palm, collecting herself. She sat up quietly, her voice calm despite the tiredness in her eyes. "How is he, doctor?" The doctor offered a respectful nod before glancing at the monitor, then stepping closer to Haruki. The doctor checked the monitor, reviewed the chart in his hand, and gently touched Haruki’s wrist to feel his pulse. After a moment, he gave a small nod. "His condition is stable," he said softly. "Reflex responses have improved slightly. Vital signs are holding steady." He turned to Kyouko, voice calm and reassuring. "If things continue this way, it’s a good sign. He’s progressing." Kyouko’s lips parted. "...I see." A quiet breath escaped her lips. She stepped back, hands folded neatly in front of her skirt. "Thank you, doctor." She bowed politely—the graceful, respectful way only a Japanese woman raised with tradition could. Elegant. Controlled. Grateful. The doctor nodded again before leaving the room with the nurse. The door closed gently behind them. And Kyouko turned her eyes back to Haruki. Her fingers reached out and brushed his hand once more—hope blooming quietly in her chest. Just as Kyouko sat back down beside Haruki, her phone vibrated sharply on the small side table. She glanced at the screen. "Father." Her heart skipped. Not again... I’m sure he’s going to ask if I’ve eaten yet... She sighed softly and answered. "Hello?" "KYOUKO!" She flinched, immediately straightening in her seat. "Y-Yes, Father?" There was a pause. Then his tone deepened. "You slept there again last night, didn’t you?" "...Y-Yes..." "Have you eaten?" She hesitated. "Umm... yes?" "Don’t you dare lie." His voice cut sharp through the receiver. "Go home and wash yourself. Or at least eat something first!" Kyouko pressed her lips together, eyes lowering toward the floor. "...Yes, Father." His voice softened just a little. "I’ll have Kenji check on you later. Don’t make me come there." "...Okay." "Good." And the call ended. Kyouko stared at the screen for a moment, then let out a quiet sigh. Still the same Father. Strict. Blunt. She turned her gaze back to Haruki. "...Guess I have no choice but to eat something now, huh?" Kyouko leaned forward, her hand gently brushing against Haruki’s. She brought her lips close to his ear and whispered softly. "Haruki... I’ll be going to eat first, okay?" A faint smile touched her lips. "Or your future father-in-law will get mad at your girl~" She leaned in further and placed a tender kiss on his cheek, letting it linger for just a moment. Her fingers squeezed his hand one last time. Then slowly, she rose from the chair, picked up her purse from the side table, and quietly stepped toward the door. She glanced back at him once more. "Wait for me, Haruki..." And then she stepped out, the door clicking shut softly behind her. It had been a week since Haruki was moved to the private ward. A full week of quiet routine, watching over him, whispering to him, brushing his hair, adjusting his blanket, and waiting. And in that time. Not a single visit. Not from Satomi. Not even a single call. His wife. Her daughter. But strangely... That made Kyouko happy. Kyouko didn’t sigh. She didn’t feel disappointed. In truth... it made her happy. Because the longer Satomi stayed away, the more obvious it became. She doesn’t care. She never did. She felt no guilt. "I don’t care if she never comes." "She doesn’t deserve him anyway." Her steps slowed as she passed a quiet window overlooking the small courtyard. How am I going to leave Satoshi? The thought pressed in again, like it had every night. She knew her husband wouldn’t agree to divorce easily. Pride. Control. Reputation. But what was she holding onto? An empty, sexless marriage...? An absent man who never looked at her like Haruki did? Satoshi hadn’t even called. Not once since she left home more than a week ago. Not during her stay at the Takahashi estate. Not even after knowing where she was. And if he had...? Would it matter? No. Not anymore. She didn’t want the call. She didn’t want him. For what? Why do I need to hold on to a crumbling marriage anyway? She walked slowly, her grip tightening on the strap of her purse. There’s nothing left between me and Satoshi. Nothing. But with Haruki... She felt happy. Wanted. Alive. And more than that— She was finally satisfied. Sexually. Emotionally. Completely. There was no pretending with Haruki. No cold silence. No duty-bound nights. Only heat. Closeness. Need. Haruki wasn’t just romantic. He was attentive, loving, obsessed with her body. He knew how to touch her. How to kiss her. How to make her tremble again and again. It wasn’t just because of his length, either. Though yes, he was big, and she loved it. Every inch of it. It wasn’t just his strong, masculine body, or how handsome he looked when he hovered over her, breathless and wild. It was how he desired her. Like she was the only woman in the world. He made her feel beautiful. He made her feel like a woman again. She stepped into the quiet corner of the cafeteria and stood for a moment by the window, the light touching her face as her thoughts kept drifting back. Haruki. She felt lucky. Not just because he was handsome. But because... He was gifted. His length, thick, hard, and perfect. It was something rare. Something unforgettable. And he knew how to use it. His stamina, his endurance. He didn’t just make love to her. He ravished her. Worshipped her body. Took her over and over until she couldn’t even speak his name without gasping. And most of all. He could make her climax. Over and over again. Without trying. Without hesitation. Haruki... Wake up sooner. She clutched her chest lightly, her heart aching. Because I miss you. I miss the way you shoved it into me. Deep, slow, then fast and wild when I begged. I miss the way you held me down and kissed me like I was yours. I miss the nights you ravished me... again and again until the sun rose. I miss your arms around me after. Your warmth. Your breath on my neck. I miss everything. She took a slow breath, forcing herself to stay composed even as her body tingled with memory. Come back to me, Haruki. Because I can’t go back to living without you. ( End Of Chapter )

Chapter 210: Lonely Heart ( 210 )

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