"So you were just checking on him?""Yes. I am just his doctor."Winston kept repeatedly asking me about my relationship with Hannipkah, even if I had already told him that I was just checking on Hannipkah as his doctor.Our precious moments in the woods continue even after sex. On one of the gigantic roots, he leaned while I rested on his arms.My heart was still in a frenzy, and I could still feel his warmth inside me even though we were already resting under the tree.Winston nags about not looking at or touching another man, but my mind can't focus well on his words as my soul is still on cloud nine, feeling the greatest feeling I have ever felt.I know this is just a temporary moment, so I will seize it as much as I can."I'm glad. I thought you were going to leave me for another man again.""Again? me?"I looked up to him as I heard his statement, as if he were referring to something I did a long time ago and was doing it again. But when did I ever look at another man?I have be
At this point, I no longer understand how Winston's logic works. Why is he acting jealous again? Does he mistake me again for the woman he really loves? and that is why he is being too clingy again?In that case, I reminded him, "I am Luceethe. The healer""I know. you're Luceethe. My wife. My woman. My love," he yelled.I don't know why he is yelling, but a Lycan yell is not simply loud. It was way too loud for everyone to hear him. Why is he suddenly confessing?No. No. No. Luceethe, don't be tricked.He could not even tell me why he loved me.Forget thinking about it complicatedly!I'll just enjoy him showering me with love. He mistook me for someone. I'll just enjoy its surface, but I shouldn't ever forget that this love is not for me.I have to tame my heart and not be greedy.I just accept this, but don't be disappointed when the real one comes!To mend the lump growing in my heart because of Winston's insincere love, I kissed him and tasted his mouth so I'd receive the pay for
I'm sure I'm just like my Winston in terms of perfection, but that would only be true if I hadn't been given the name Arco at birth.I would give everything I have if there were a device or technological advancement that could alter someone's racial origin, but this is not possible. How could you even do that? Drain your blood and change it with other races' blood? Bring back time and prevent your soul from being born into the Arco clan? Engineer biochemicals to alter your genes? Search for a wishing lamp and wish for a miracle?The unchangeable fact that I am a healer is the only flaw that I have. It is also the only reason why, despite my sincere desire to join them, I am unable to bravely approach my beloved Lycans.It's frustrating that my destiny is already written because of my origin race. I detest it, but there is nothing I can do about it.Sir Vitto said perplexedly, "Did you go insane?" when he saw how I had shown him access to my phone.I don't have anything to hide about m
Because of Cloud's fault for leaving my helicopter somewhere in the sea, I became busy again. He didn't really crash it; he just left it randomly at the shoreline. Since I was unable to comprehend a vampire's mind, I decided to hire more of my dependable staff rather than pressuring Cloud to return it. Since William is sound asleep in the car while I am back talking with Manager Bungal, I can thankfully work without interruption. I feel sorry for the branch officers for taking on such a heavy workload just because I appeared here. 30 million dollars is fine to lose, but I don't want to lose a worker because Glensyl would undoubtedly feel bad if I didn't return the helicopter and would think his reminders and advice were unimportant. Glensyl reminded me repeatedly to return the helicopter, but Cloud couldn't even clearly recall our agreement. I hope it's still retrievable. I don't want to demotivate a very good employee like Glensyl. "What are you doing?" It startled me when a furry
Winston only gave me a blank stare after I made my sincere, courageous confession. While I waited for his response, I bit my lower lips. Although I have no trouble producing my own oxygen, the agonizing silence between us will eventually cause me to suffocate."You love me, why?""W-what? What did you say?" I stammered."Why do you love me?"Why is that same question now coming back to me? Is this some kind of payback?There are a gazillion reasons I could give him for why I adore him, but I was so shocked by his question that all I could reply was, "Because you're handsome?""Rowan, Green Goblin, Vitto, your employees... Do you love them too?""Huh? Do I love them?"I tilted my head in confusion. What made him ask that? I really can't understand. This is harder than my medical board exam!I replied, "They are handsome too." I am still confused, and his inquiry makes me more confused."Does that mean you'll love them too? Will you sleep with them too? if not now, maybe in the future?"
"They eat us more than humans," Sir Vitto said. I don't know if that was meant to stop the crowd from reporting us to the human police or if what he said has humor in it. Well, does he have the humor to joke about that issue?What I really felt hearing those words come out of a lycan's mouth was a lycan showing grave resentment toward me and my race, as if he were reminding the crowd of such a fact, which caused my heart to ache. He reminded me how undesirable my race is.Winston and Sir Vitto's bodies are in their wolf form. They only kept their faces returned to their normal so they would look less fearsome in the middle of the human city, but it's still pretty obvious that me and William are with two lycans. What kind of thought would be running through the other diner's mind right now while seeing two healers accompanied by the lycan they meant as food?But what bothers me the most is that Winston didn't disagree with what Sir Vitto said. His attention was solely on the menu, and
Everyone who knows me might think I am a vegan as they have never seen me eat meat, but I am not. I still eat dairy products, processed meat, dumplings, hamburgers, chicken nuggets, fish filets, spring rolls, meatballs, etc. The only thing I couldn't eat were foods that still obviously looked like meat. I mean food that, at a glance, I could still tell which part of the body the meat came from or what animal it came from, like steak, sushi, spareribs, whole chicken, whole fish, lechon, barbecue, lobster, shrimp, etc. As long as I could tell and imagine the animal's appearance when it was still alive, I could not eat it.And everything that I said that I hate and can't eat is present at our dining table.I felt nauseous, and I felt guilty seeing all the animals die and become food on the table.I don't feel guilty about all the animals and other living things dying to become food, as I can eat them when they are processed or their appearances altered. I also don't care if someone hunts
"Did you force yourself to eat?"I felt even worse when Winston caught me eating the food that he lovingly fed me.I couldn't even think of an excuse to not make him feel hurt by what I shamelessly did.I could only stare at the tiled floor and watch my tears drop on the already damp restroom floor."Luceethe, look at me."Winston tried to raise my head to make me look at him, but I stubbornly kept my head down. I don't have the face to look at him anymore.Just scold me. I know I am too ungrateful to vomit all the food you chose!"I'm sorry."Again, my eloquence fails me every time I talk to Winston whenever we have this kind of situation. What can I even say? Should I say that eating meat triggers my anxiety and trauma? Would he believe me? Would he believe me if I said I felt guilty that I had eaten a lycan before? Would he believe that I feel worse whenever I see whole meat served to me?"Don't apologize. I'm sorry, did I sound angry?" Winston said it in a gentle tone. He patted h