Chapter 10 — The Annoying Devil

Nine o'clock at night.

Giselle stood again in front of Leon's door, this time not with a mischievous smile, but with furrowed brows and a worried expression. She knocked softly.

"Mr. Leon? May I come in?"

There was no answer.

Giselle opened the door slowly. The girl was stunned—Leon was lying on the floor, still half-naked, wrapped only in a makeshift blanket. His face was pale, his hair damp with sweat, and his eyes tightly closed.

“Mr. Leon? Hey, wake up!” Giselle immediately approached and knelt down. Her hand touched Leon’s forehead. “You’re burning up. Do you have a fever?!”

Leon opened his eyes slightly, staring at Giselle in a half-conscious state. “Are you satisfied? Now look at the results of your work.”

“Oh my God...” Giselle sighed in panic. She stood up quickly, grabbing Leon’s pajamas from his closet. “Wait, I’ll unlock the handcuffs first.”

Giselle hurriedly took the key from her pocket and unlocked the handcuffs. Leon’s hands fell to the floor.

“Wake up. I’ll help you get dressed first,” Giselle said as she gently sat Leon down.

“I don’t need your help,” Leon muttered weakly.

“You can’t even lift your own hands.”

“But I can still curse you,” Leon smirked slightly, though his voice was barely audible.

“Go ahead. But be quiet for now,” Giselle said softly, helping Leon slip his arms into his pajama sleeves. “You’re still a devil even when you’re dying.”

Leon snorted softly, then coughed. “What did you say?”

Giselle restrained herself from responding. She focused on buttoning Leon’s pajama shirt and covering him with a blanket.

After finishing, she stood up. “Stay here. I’ll get some water, medicine, and warm food. Don’t die yet.”

“You—”

Giselle left as quickly as possible.

A few minutes later, Giselle returned with a bowl of chicken soup, a glass of water, and two pills.

“Come on, eat first. Then take these pills,” Giselle said as she sat beside Leon.

Leon shook his head. “I don’t want to eat.”

“You have a fever. If you don’t eat and take the medicine, it could get worse tomorrow.”

“Better to just die,” Leon muttered bitterly.

“Stop being dramatic, Mr. Leon,” Giselle said firmly. “This is my fault too. I’m sorry.”

Leon glanced at her. “Finally, you admit your mistake. You’re really daring to defy me, aren’t you.”

Giselle fell silent for a moment. She took a cloth, dipped it into a small basin of water, and began compressing Leon’s forehead.

“Because even though you’re Mr. Devil, I’m not a devil either.”

Leon closed his eyes, his breathing still heavy. “You’re the most annoying girl I’ve ever met.”

“And you’re the most annoying man,” Giselle replied quickly.

They remained silent for a while. Giselle kept changing the compress, feeding Leon one or two spoonfuls despite the difficulty.

“I could report you to the police, you know,” Leon muttered suddenly.

“Go ahead. But make sure to tell them that you once took me to the basement, okay?”

Leon smiled slightly, but Giselle didn’t notice.

“Why aren’t you afraid?” Leon asked suddenly.

Giselle stopped spooning the soup. “Afraid of what?”

“You dared to punish me. Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?”

Giselle shrugged. “Not afraid at all, Mr. Husband!”

“Why?”

“Maybe because I know you won’t really do it.”

“You’re too confident, little girl.”

“Well, if you want to kill me, just do it. But don’t throw my body into the sea. It must be buried properly. I want to be buried near my father and mother’s graves,” said Giselle, completely unafraid of Leon’s threat.

Leon sighed deeply, then pulled Giselle's arm until her face was level with his, just a few inches away.

"What are you going to do, Mr. Leon?" Giselle asked, panicking.

"Aren't you the one who wanted to have a child for me? Then...."