That single utterance of "Hay" seemed to possess a magical power.
It bewitched me.
And it lost me.
I didn't even know how I ended up in bed with him.
I only remember Conner's voice, calling out "Hay" in a seductive manner, accompanied by his breaths.
Continuously whispering in my ear.
Over and over again.
In rhythm with the undulating beats.
Never ceasing.
When I woke up the next day, my entire body ached.
Moving even a little bit felt like doing the splits, accompanied by a dull ache.
I caught sight of the culprit, who was looking at me with dark, twinkling eyes and a smile.
Unable to contain my anger, I slapped his firm chest, "You bastard!"
I wanted to scold him.
But my voice came out as a hoarse croak.
Rough and unpleasant to the ear.
I quickly shut my mouth.
Recalling how relentless he was last night,
No matter how much I begged, he didn't let me go.
Instead, he became excited at the sight of my tearful face, acting inhumanely:
"Hay, I've never seen you like this."
"Cry a little more for me, okay?"
"..."
Damn!
Listen to that. Is this what a human being says?
Conner clearly hadn't thought of asking for my consent.
After all that, there was only the aftermath of a storm, like shattered mountains and rivers.
Still reflecting the horrors of the disaster.
I glared at him with eyes full of reproach.
But the current me had no deterrent effect on a man.
He chuckled lightly, covered my eyes, and stretched his long arm.
Then he pulled me into his embrace and cooed soothingly,
"Be good, don't be angry."
By the time it ended again, it was well into the morning.
I lay in bed, feigning death.
The man was already dressed and leaned down to kiss the corner of my lips, saying,
"Hay, wait for me."
"This time, after I solve all the problems, I'll come back to take you home."
Exhausted, I nodded half-heartedly and closed my eyes to fall asleep.
I slept for a long time.
The sound of "bang bang bang" at the door woke me up.
"Who is it?"
"Hello, I'm here to deliver your meal."
I staggered to the door and opened it.
But it was Alanna who appeared in my line of sight.
She nearly dropped her jaw when she saw me leaning against the door frame, sore and weak.
"Is Conner, that sickly guy, really that intense?"
Her enthusiastic gaze was unabashed.
It lingered over me intimately.
Revisiting the path Conner had carved out last night.
My face flushed a deep red.
I harbored the same question in my heart.
But I wasn't open enough to discuss such intimate matters with others.
Fortunately, Alanna didn't dwell on this too much.
She pushed the food cart with one hand and ushered me inside with the other.
As she seated me at the dining table, she took out various food from the cart.
She grinned slyly, "These are all personally selected by Mr. Horne, specifically to nourish your body."
She emphasized the word "nourish."
The innuendo was thick.
I glared at her irritably and changed the subject,
"Where's Jillian?"
She had been out of contact with me for half a day and a night.
At the mention of this, Alanna's excitement was visibly evident as she said,
"Things were much more exciting with you."
"How so?"
My hand paused as I was about to lift the lid of the porridge box, and my whole heart tensed up.
I raised my eyes and fixed them intently on Alanna.
She sighed, "Just as your Mr. Horne said, whenever it involves Jillian, your whole heart tilts."
"Don't change the subject!"
My tone was a little heavier.
Seeing that I was serious, Alanna immediately raised her hands in surrender, pleading,
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you right away."
