Chapter 98: I’ll get back the eyes you like so much

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Chapter 98: I’ll get back the eyes you like so much Although I gave him that solution, I don’t know how effective it would be. I mean, he would need to get over the side effects of the drugs and withdrawal symptoms as well. It would be hard for him, but I wished he would stay strong. I wished he would be able to scale through and start living life without relying on drugs. Being a free and healthy man was the sweetest thing in life, and I was glad, as well as thankful, that I wasn’t among those who had to struggle with life support to live. So, I hoped he would get that freedom soon as well. "You can’t get a therapist because, despite how professional they claim to be and how confidential their work was, your information could fall into the hands of your enemy. They would know what you were thinking on a daily basis. They would know your weaknesses and who your enemies were. You have too many enemies, master. So, you can’t trust anyone." Getting a therapist was great and all, but it had all that risk, and Jin-Yeok had too many secrets. "But I trust you," Jin-Yeok suddenly said, and my heart skipped a beat. Wait, why was he saying something like that with that look in his eyes? He stared at me softly and warmly as he said he trusted me. "You can’t... Trust people so easily." I said that, but I for one knew that Jin-Yeok had a major trust issue. Then... Why did he say he trusted me? It seems love has blinded this man beyond rational thinking. Did he not learn a lesson from Su-Yeon’s incident? You can’t trust someone so easily just because they hold a key to your heart. "I’m not trusting just anyone." He said and leaned closer, causing me to lean back till my back met with the bed. Jin-Yeok watched me with a warm gaze, staring from above me, and I couldn’t help but bite my bottom lip. This man was sinfully charming. He was crazy, too. What was he planning to do? I glanced away to the side, and my gaze met the window and the curtains gently dancing to the cold breeze sweeping into the room. "Jo-Pil," he called, and I brought my gaze back to him. "I’ll get back the eyes you like so much," he said, taking my hand to his mouth and kissing it. He had one of his hands holding his weight as he held my hand with the other, smiling through the kiss. He looked like the devil. "Master," I called, twisting my lips. It looked like we got over that emotional episode too quickly. Did I cry for nothing? Gosh. "I’ll hold you up on that," I said. "But master... Why do you keep staring at me like that?" I asked and gulped at the next question I was going to ask. "Is there... Something on my face?" Truthfully, I was going to ask, ’What do you want to do now?’ but I felt it was too insinuating, so I went with this. The old cliche classic. "No, there’s nothing." He said. "But I find that despite being unconscious for so long... You still look so breathtaking." I gulped down my thumping heart. Seriously, was he trying to kill me? What was with that line? "You’re messing with me, master," I said. He was flattering my appearance despite my sunken cheeks and my dry lips? I was even insecure about my breath since I hadn’t brushed for two weeks, and my mouth had been closed, and yet none of that bothered him. Is this the protagonist’s perfection I keep hearing about? To think I wouldn’t smell when I didn’t get to bathe for two weeks. Wait, I think I have the maids to thank for that. Then, my breath... It didn’t smell either. Did they brush my teeth too? That was ridiculous. But what was more ridiculous was this man above me who was charming me while getting charmed by me, who wasn’t even doing anything. "Master," I called. "You’re handsome." I said, shamelessly, and it caught him by surprise. Usually, I’d say, ’Your eyes are pretty,’ but today I was saying he was handsome. Wait, I’m sure I’ve complimented his appearance before, but why don’t I remember? Did I only say it in my inner thoughts? "And your hands are pretty as well." I added. "They’re soft, gentle, and... I don’t know if it’s because you feel insecure from having killed so many people with those hands, but..." I held the hand that was holding mine. Thank God it was the hand he took the gloves off. "I like them very much. So, will you do me one more request?" I might’ve been asking for too much. This was the third, or was it the fourth thing I was asking him to do for me? But if he wasn’t complaining, then who was I to complain to myself? "Will you do it?" I asked and he gave me a positive answer with a smile. "Anything," How deep had this man fallen? I was dying to find out. But I knew I wouldn’t be able to find out this soon, so let’s just keep testing the waters. "After coming back from work, will you take off your gloves so I can hold your bare hands?" I asked, and as if he knew exactly what I wanted to say, he nodded right away and said, "I will." Or maybe he planned to do it from the start. "Is there anything else you want me to do, Jo-Pil?" Was it guilt making him act according to my wishes, or was he simply acting on his feelings? That was another question I wanted answers to. Jin-Yeok might’ve felt he had a lot to make up for. And he might’ve also realized how much his heart yearned for me the moment he almost watched me get run over by Su-Yeon, and watching me unconscious deepened his yearning. ’I don’t know but I feel... After me, you’ll never fall in love again. So, I’ll save you.’ I thought, watching him as he closed his eyes and sank into the feeling of my hand on his face. He liked my warmth. Should I give him a bit more? I reached my second hand towards his face and caressed him softly. "Master," I called, and just then, my stomach let out a very loud growl.

Chapter 98: I’ll get back the eyes you like so much

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