Beloved Woman of Full Wealthy Young Master のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Amon groaned. That broken sound dragged me awake from the cold floor. My hands pushed the thin blanket aside. I, who slept under his bed, scrambled to kneel beside it. His breathing was uneven. Too fast. Too painful. I leaned closer. My heart stopped. Amon’s voice was frail. Because of the darkness, my eyes couldn’t see clearly. My hand fumbled on the nightstand, turning on the lamp. Amon’s body was drenched in sweat. The sheets beneath him were soaked. The air around the bed felt hot like hell. Even though I was scared, my hand had no choice but to touch his forehead. Right. High fever. I stood up, hurrying to the bathroom. My hand dug through the drawer, grabbing a small towel. I knelt beside him again. One hand pressed the towel to his forehead. Tap. Tap. Slowly. Wiping away the sweat that kept flowing. Amon’s hand clenched into a fist. His nails almost broke through my palm as I tried to touch his cheek. His mouth opened, his teeth chattering as he held

I sat on Amon’s lap. One hand slipped into the inner pocket of my jacket, pulling out a small amber bottle of pills. My other hand reached for the drawer, grabbing a glass bottle of water.“I’m okay, Wisa.” Amon’s palm closed over my hand—the one holding the amber bottle. “Hide that. Or the media will start doubting us.”I nodded. I put the amber bottle back into my work jacket pocket.“Are you really okay?” I asked Amon. Our faces were too close. Our eyes met.“Don’t you trust me?” Amon’s voice was cold. His brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed slightly.I forced a smile. “Okay… Okay.” But Amon just looked away. He turned his gaze toward the closed door.I frowned. I shifted my body a little to the side. “That… I mean… you should unbutton it,” Amon’s finger pointed at my neck–shirt collar.I lowered my head. “Oh,” both my hands went for the buttons. “So I have to act intimate, huh?” I asked without looking at Amon.“Not necessarily,” my lips parted slightly as I turned to Amon. He l

Too late? No, that was a failure I utterly refused to accept. My teeth chattered violently against the chill of the room as adrenaline surged. My hands, trembling with a mix of terror and desperation, moved quickly to wipe the cold tears from Amon's pale face. The fear of being dismissed was secondary to my absolute refusal to leave his side. If everything ended here, the consequences from Eliana would be far more agonizing than any public shame. Determination took hold; I was ready to face any disgrace to shield him. In a desperate, calculated move to create a protective ruse, I tore a portion of my shirt to suggest a compromising situation. I pulled Amon's limp head against my chest, shielding him securely in my embrace. I bit my lower lip hard, bracing for the inevitable intrusion. Suddenly, the heavy door flew open. "Amon!" a woman’s voice burst into the room. My head whipped toward the intruder, my gaze locking onto her. The woman's eyes instantly widened, her hands freezing

I stood on the terrace of the building, waiting for Amon to come out. Every now and then my eyes glanced at the wristwatch I took from his private room—Amon had already given his permission. I had hidden it inside my bag and only wore it just now. My hands were nervous. My heart was pounding, my eyes clearly sparkling because it was my first time wearing an item this luxurious.Please Wisa, don’t look at it like that again. That watch isn't yours.My body turned backward every now and then. My eyes stared at the private elevator, hoping Amon would appear from there."Wisa, is that you?" My body turned straight ahead. My eyes widened, blazing.My jaw felt tight as Nolan got out of the car and came approaching."You're crazy..." Nolan's eyes widened no less. "Which man did you sleep with last night?" Both of his hands grabbed my arms. Those eyes were fixed on the red mark on my neck.The palm of my hand pushed Nolan's body back. "None of your business." Feeling annoyed by his arrival, m

My body was burning, my skin felt like it was on fire. My breath was heavy and hot, brushing against my cheek, which felt freezing cold. A fever? I had already forgotten what it felt like. Back then, no matter how bad it got, my legs would still cooperate. But now? Every single one of my bones ached. When I opened my eyes, what I saw was Amon's car from far away. My legs were dangling, my chest pressed against Amon's. One of his hands was hooked under my thigh, while the other locked around my back. My chin rested on Amon's shoulder, both of my arms hanging straight down, dangling in the air behind his back. I shifted my head, pressing it against his temple. Amon was carrying me as if I were still a toddler. My mind spun, questioning. Was I... really that light? Light enough to be carried like a baby. My hands reached for Amon's shoulders, pushing my body back until my eyes could look at his face. Amon kept stepping forward, passing rows of maids who stood facing ea