Beloved Woman of Full Wealthy Young Master のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Amon lowered me onto the sofa. Slowly, gently. I turned my face away, not wanting to see his soft smile after I sat down. My hands gripped the sofa fabric. Tight. Hard. “Can I not be in Sergio’s territory for even a single day?” My voice was cold, low. My teeth gritted. “I already asked you to work, but you chose to take leave,” Amon said. He sat beside me. His breathing was still labored, but his face wasn't as pale as before. His eyes stared straight ahead. “I want to be alone,” I answered faintly. “It’s not like I haven’t given you your own time, yet you keep meeting Tristan over and over again.” Amon’s voice was cold, his breath hitching hard. He still didn’t turn toward me. “He’s going to break your window glass…” “Let it break, what matters is that you don’t go out to see him, Wisa,” Amon cut me off quickly. This was the first time I’ve heard his voice so unsettled, rushed. His emotions were unstable, unlike his usual self. “You were just talking ab

Amon's body heat had subsided. I had confirmed it once more by placing my hand on his forehead before putting the tip of the thermometer into his mouth. “37 degrees. It’s gone down,” I had let out a sigh of relief. I stood beside Amon, who was sleeping on the mattress. Drrtt… my phone on the nightstand vibrated. I reached for it. I saw a message from Rayhan on my phone screen. [Is Amon having an episode?] I grabbed my phone and replied to his message. He was so curious about his best friend's condition that he had to message me. I replied to his message. [Not an episode. But he had a high fever; it’s already gone down now.] After typing, I sent that message to Rayhan. Not long after, a reply popped up on my screen. [Are you sure it’s not an episode? Try and remember!] I replied to him. [I am sure.] Short and clear. I sent the message. Could it be possible that Amon’s condition was better than before? I walked toward the light switch and turned

I grabbed the iron bar nearby. Its tip was ablaze, glowing red-hot, radiating a heat that seared my face. I immediately gripped the other end—the part still cool to the touch—and used it to prop up the concrete slab that was about to crush the maid. ​'Get out, fast!' I shouted. My voice was raspy, my throat raw from breathing in the smoke. ​Even though the part I was holding wasn’t red-hot, the radiant heat from the burning tip traveled up the metal, slowly searing my palm. My arms shook violently. The weight of the concrete pressing down on the bar made my muscles scream. I wasn't just holding up a piece of metal; I was holding up someone’s life with the very last ounce of strength I had left. But the maid didn’t budge. Her body shook violently. Frozen. Mute. Her eyes were closed, as if she had surrendered to death. “Get out,” I barked. My hand wasn't strong enough to hold it much longer. But she stayed put, right until the concrete split in two. One piece grazed her bac

Amon slammed my back onto the mattress. His breathing was ragged, his eyes cold, his face devoid of any mercy.He stood up, loosening his tie.“You said I was yours, but why don't you take care of what’s yours,” I said, my voice thin, desperate, resigned.I lifted my hand straight up, opening my palm to show him the blisters, the wounds, the angry red skin.The pain was agonizing.It felt like every bone in me was shattered.Amon’s eyes widened.Then he looked away, teeth clenched.“You did all this because of Tristan?” Amon’s voice was cold, low.I sat up, gripping my wrist to press down on my scorched palm, trying to dull the stinging pain.“For you…” My breath was labored. Exhausted. “Eliza said you burned yourself in the warehouse. It was like you were dying…”Amon turned away sharply, ignoring what I’d said.He walked toward the door, opened it, and walked out.I slumped back, bracing against the sharp pain.It felt just like being back at Eliana’s house.An unfamiliar doctor wal

It had been a week since I was in the hospital, and I was finally back home, but Amon… he still wasn't fulfilling my request.“Wisa,”I turned toward him, sitting on the edge of the bed.My gaze quickly shifted to my hand, which was almost completely healed. It was easy for someone as rich as Amon to heal a wound that bad without even leaving a scar.Even a doctor came to check on me every day. Not to mention the nutrition I had to force myself to swallow daily.Amon’s steps stopped right in front of me. He leaned in slightly, kissing my lips until my body was pushed back a little.“Why are you quiet?” Amon loosened his tie and set it on the bed, beside me. “Something wrong?”Amon acted as if he had forgotten his own promise. It had been a week; I was tired of asking, too.“Do I have to keep asking you every single day?” I asked coldly, voice low. I didn't have the slightest intention of looking at him.Amon stood up straight. He chuckled softly while unbuttoning his suit jacket, plac