Beloved Woman of Full Wealthy Young Master의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

I was walking backward, facing Amon as he walked forward toward the maroon wooden house.My arms were wide open, both of them.“... so delicious,” I said, continuing the conversation we had started earlier in the car.We walked right between the bowing servants, facing each other.It looked like the number of staff had grown.“Then which one do you like best?” Amon asked as he walked, his hand occasionally reaching out for my arm, making sure I wouldn't fall backward since I was walking in reverse.I stopped in my tracks, tilting my head with my arms crossed over my chest, while my fingers tapped against my chin, pretending to think.Amon stopped too.“The chocolate one seems like the best,” I answered, dropping my hands back down and taking another step backward.“But the matcha flavor is just as good.”“Are you sure you can make it?” Amon asked, that soft smile never fading from his face, his warm gaze always locked on me.But I was used to it by now.My heart had taken in enough of

I kept my eyes closed even though I was already awake, realizing the way Amon was gradually releasing his hold on me so carefully—so as not to wake me.I felt the pressure of his index finger touching my cheek, soft. His touch stroked my temple while I was lying on my side.I didn’t care.I ignored it.I kept my eyes shut.My wall had crumbled, my heart melted, wrapped in cracks.I waited until Amon left the room for his space.The last touch I received before the door closed was a kiss on my cheek.Amon was gone.I slowly sat up.Staring at the window and the armchair where Amon usually sat.I have to back out.Resign.I reached for my phone, touched the screen.[Good morning, Wisa. Don’t forget to take your breakfast. Enjoy your rest. Wait for me to come home.]I bit my lower lip hard.My chest felt a sharp pain reading the message from Amon on the phone screen.My breath hitched. The longing for Amon overwhelmed my soul.Insane…"I'd rather die!… Ah," I screamed loudly.I hope Blan

I closed my eyes and took a long breath. After filling my stomach with porridge, I asked Amon for permission to get some fresh air downstairs.He agreed, but only on the condition that his staff kept an eye on me.Why am I starting to feel like a prisoner?My thoughts were a mess. I tapped my cheeks lightly and opened my eyes.My eyes widened when I found my stepsister, Eliana, in front of me, kneeling and bowing her head.“Please… let me go.” She lifted her head. “Hawisa.”I stepped back twice. “What do you mean?” I asked, stunned. “Stand up,” I said, my voice shaky.“My father is in the hospital. Disabled, in a coma. The house, the land, it’s all tied up in disputes. I have to work for Sergio as a servant without pay… please.” Eliana looked down. “Let me go, Hawisa!” she screamed.My heart hammered against my chest.“Stay away from her, Miss Hawisa.”Amon’s staff yanked my arm forcibly.My gaze locked onto Eliana, who was still kneeling, but now trash was raining down on her.So mu

Amon brought me into William’s office, headed for the long sofa, and we both sat down.Watching us, William’s secretary stepped out immediately, gave a slight nod of respect, and walked off without even closing the door behind her.Amon’s hands reached for my face, cupping my cheeks, and pulled me gently toward him.He kissed my temple, then moved down to my cheek, right near my lips. My breath hitched, and my lips parted slightly. Amon held them there for a good while, and only when I closed my mouth did he give a thin smile."I’m tired, Wisa," he murmured. Quietly. Softly.He let go of my face, took my hand, and pressed it against his chest as he laid his head on my lap.There was an actual bedroom in William’s office, yet he chose to sleep on this sofa with me.My free hand stroked his hair, over and over.Sleep well, Amon. Let go of your exhaustion. Find peace near me.I looked toward the door. William walked in. He glanced at me for a split second before shifting his gaze straigh

“Take my place,” I said.I watched as Amon’s mother stood up and stepped closer. Her face was a mix of radiance and pure panic, as if she were dying to stroke her son’s hair but was terrified of doing something wrong at the same time.I pulled my hand away from Amon’s grip.Tight. It wouldn’t budge.Slowly, I pried his fingers open one by one, forcing them back.After a few seconds of struggling, my hand finally broke free. I lifted Amon’s head, and my body slid off the sofa.His mother took my spot, and I rested his head on her lap.I stood up, catching a glimpse of her face.Was she crying?Tears were streaming down her cheeks.I looked around at the others.They were frozen, staring at Amon’s mother as she covered her mouth—trying to hold back the sobs so she wouldn't wake him.Just end it here, Wisa.This isn't your place. They aren't your family, and they were never meant to be a part of your life. You’re just an outsider.I walked out of the office, headed for the elevator, went