Beloved Woman of Full Wealthy Young Master のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Blanke and I were already standing on the bedroom balcony.Blanke was sitting in a chair while I stood, staring out at the red wooden house in the distance.The house is empty now; only maids come by to clean every day before leaving.“Take me to Amon’s private doctor,” I requested without looking at Blanke.My hands clenched over the balcony railing.A fierce wind lashed at my skin, its sound whispering in my ear.“Just go see Rayhan,” Blanke replied.He stirred the tea he had lifted into the air and took a slow sip.“Don’t lie to me, Blanke. I’m sure Rayhan isn’t his private doctor,” I turned my body to face him.“I want to know Amon’s actual condition. I want to know if there’s any other way to keep Amon from suffering like this.”“PTSD and things like that don't just completely go away,” Blanke set his cup down on the table.“It's about keeping him from relapsing, or letting Mr. Amon live free from his sickness. That scar will always be in his mind, but it used to get in the way o

The river beside the house was quite big. The water flowed calmly.The low retaining wall allowed me, sitting near the window, to see the beauty of the sunlight shining upon the flowing water. A stone staircase was flanked by two walls, as if inviting anyone in the garden to approach and feel the coolness of the water touching their feet.The maid opened the window with its iron bars. The breeze rushed straight in, striking my skin.Fresh. Calm.Oddly enough, the AC was still on.The sound of the flowing water made me comfortable.Sleepiness started to come over me.The fragrance of the flowers in the garden made me want to drift off to sleep even more.I really liked this place.“Miss Hawisa,”“Yeah,” spontaneously my head turned toward the doctor sitting to my front right.“I forgot to tell you my name,” he handed a business card out toward me.Frederick Hudson MD.I read his name on the business card I had received from him.He was a psychiatrist specializing in trauma and depressi

Silence.Only the sound of the wind and the trickling of water could be heard.My mouth was open.My still-stuffy nose forced me to breathe through my mouth.The cold air entered my nasal cavity, touching my teeth.I shifted my gaze to the side, then my chin dropped.Frederick kept holding back the continuation of his story. As if asking for my permission to carry on with the story or stop it altogether.My chest rose.My eyes glanced upward for a second, closing slowly."And why did Melgion recklessly end his own life?" I asked after opening my eyes and starting to focus back on Frederick.Frederick’s smile grew wider.His warm gaze never left me, not even for a bit."Because he invited his own kind to close in,""What do you mean?" My brow instinctively furrowed as I cut off Frederick's speech."Their fatal mistake was... they didn't know Amon had an enemy," Frederick took a slow breath, calmly exhaled it, shifted his gaze downward, and a second later looked warmly at me again."Soph

Please.My eyes were so heavy.I blinked, forced them wide, burning.My mouth wanted to open over and over, letting out a yawn, but I held it back with all my might.This work was boring.But I couldn't let Amon see this sleepiness.My eyes were watering.I blinked again so they wouldn't fall onto my cheeks.My fingers were busy punching in numbers from five papers clipped together with a brass clip in my other hand.The Sergio household's financial income data papers.Monthly transfer proofs.The Sergio family's daily rising and falling stock prices.Daily mandatory dues that had to be paid.Calculating the total monthly income from a house belonging to one of the Sergio household's residents, making sure the data they gave to the Sergio household was exact.This made me want to throw up.I had no experience, but I had to do this for Amon.Damn it.I re-deleted the numbers I had already punched into this pink-ribboned calculator.Double-checking carefully.I let out a heavy sigh, clo

“How?” Amon asked.His voice whispered into my ear.One of his hands slipped inside my shirt. His other hand wrapped around my shoulder, his palm touching my chin, pushing it upward.I closed my eyes.Feeling Amon’s hand squeeze my chest. Almost making me let out a moan.His thumb pressed against my lower lip, moving left and right.A second later, Amon’s face lowered to my neck. Savoring, licking, and biting the skin of that neck. His breath was hot.My body felt hot.Slowly, I began to desire it.Wanting his touch more than this.I took a breath.“No,” I answered.Amon pulled his face away from my neck. His hand stopped squeezing.His other hand pulled back toward the armrest of the chair again.“Oh,” Amon’s voice was flat.Neither annoyed nor angry at my rejection.He pulled his hand out from inside my shirt.My feet hastily pushed the chair back to my office desk. Getting back to the task of calculating the numbers for all the family's financial income in the Sergio region.I glan