Lexie lifted her head from Wren's shoulder and stared at him intensely. Wren stared back at Lexie intensely, his eyes locked on the sea of ​​chocolate in Lexie's beautiful eyes. Wren's heart skipped a beat. His feelings for Lexie had grown beyond his expectations. He had never reacted this way to another woman. His life is too much filled with things about medicine and how to save other people. He never thought of having a relationship with any woman because he thought he would forever be single and devote himself to serving those who need him. But now it feels different. The temptation to have a woman beside him was tantalizing. If he had someone by his side, he wouldn't feel lonely. His life will be more beautiful. Every day he would have someone waiting for him to come home while preparing him a delicious dinner. Even if he was lucky, he would also have children who would noisily call him daddy. "Wren?" Wren blinked once and saw Lexie looking at him worriedly. The back of his ha

"Ms. Marris, you don't have to bother coming over with food. Lexie and I are cooking in the kitchen.” Lexie heard Wren's voice at the front door. She poked her head towards the source of the voice, hoping to catch their conversation more clearly. But the sound of the wind obscured everything. Wren's voice was muffled by the gust of wind and in the end she could only hear the sound of her own heart beating other than the wind blowing from outside the house. Lexie considered leaving her onions and going to see Wren. Looks like the one who just rang the bell wasn't Rafe's errand boy. Wren wouldn't have been able to meet that person and have a casual conversation if the person who came was Rafe's men. So Lexie decided to leave her chopped onions behind to follow Wren at the front door. "Who's coming?" When Lexie came to the front door, Wren turned to her and smiled gently. Wren shifted his body to the right and allowed Lexie to see for herself someone who

Lexie sat on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror brushing her hair which was tangled from running around Wren's father's house with a handful of flour. It's ridiculous and childish. But when was the last time she did that? When did she feel so free to let out an expression and laugh loudly like no weight was hanging on her shoulders?It felt like she hadn't done that in a long time. Have fun, laugh, forget all the sadness and worries that always eat away at her heart. Wren has brought her happiness back. She was so grateful that she had Wren as the only man who could help her out of all this trouble. She already thought of Wren like her own brother. How nice it would be if she had several siblings and not be an only child. Unfortunately her mother only gave birth to one baby, herself, and her mother never got pregnant again since giving birth to her because her mother didn't like her body shape to become stretchy after giving birth.Lexie smiled at her own reflectio

Through the half-opened window he waved slowly at Lexie who was cooking at Ms. Marris’s house. Lexie was standing in the doorway of Ms. Marris’s kitchen, using an apron over the layers of the sweater she was wearing. Lexie's cheeks were flushed red from the cold, but Wren saw it as something beautiful and adorable. Lexie looked at him gently behind her curly eyelashes. The longer he falls into her deadly charm.Yeaah, how could I not have noticed her charm in the first place?Wren cursed his own stupidity because at that time he was too indifferent to Lexie. At that time what filled his mind was how to find a woman who was in accordance with Rafe's wishes. There was nothing else on his mind other than that, so he was blinded by his strange ambition. He was pushing himself too hard to find the right woman for Rafe, solely to repay all of Rafe's kindness because Rafe had helped him so much for his career. Without Rafe he could not take short classes

He sat with the other passengers in the waiting room. These are week days, most of the airplane passengers are executives who will complete their business overseas. His appearance in a suit and tie did not stand out at all among the dozens of prospective passengers who were dressed the same as him. But if you look closely, the appearance is indeed different. He looks classier. The two-piece suit he is wearing is hand-stitched by a famous designer. He uses expensive glasses from famous brands to cover his eyes from the stares of nosy people who want to admire him. He sat in the waiting room with a newspaper spread over his face, pretending to read one even though his eyes were actively exploring every corner of the bustling airport. In his ears he has small earbuds to communicate with his men who are doing their job to find Lexie's position. "Target is walking towards gate three with a man in pilot uniform, sir." "Keep an eye on her, Sam. Make sure she gets on her plane safely." “Cop