Beneath Her Mercy Chinese Drama の小説・ストーリー

“I want to walk you through it so there are no surprises.” My hands are still in my lap. I don’t reach for it, just stare at the folder. “The position is live-in,” she continues. “But I’m willing to be flexible. Four days a week at the estate. Three days you’re free to maintain your work at the hospital, your personal life, whatever you need. I understand you have family obligations.” I blink. “How did you know I—” “I did my research, Miss Brennan.” She opens the folder. Slides a sheet of paper toward me. “Your mother is a patient at St. Mercy’s. Stage four cancer. Surgery scheduled for…” She glances at the paper. “Well. Pending funding, I assume.”

She kept blubbering nonsensical things before she prepared to pour yet another bowl of water. Xue Han looked at the other girl who was now raising her head high with eyes that could freeze an ocean. She lazily pulled her long black wet hair at the back of her neck revealing her pale white skin and sharp features which had earned her name: little beauty Cheng. Every young man at that moment was entranced by her beauty and that small gesture except the general who had an indifferent look.

She was respectful. Her respectful nature made her love her much. She developed motherly love. She has never been a mother before. Maybe this could be her chance to love a child like her own. Making the resolution in her heart, she moved to continue with her chores after taking the glass. Looking through the things she bought, she called all of them again. “Muya. Here is your gift.” With appreciation in her eyes, Mercy gave her the gift she got for her “It’s not necessary, miss. I have everything I need here.” Trying to refuse the gift, Muya noticed Mercy changing her facial expression. She seemed hurt by her refusal.

She looked away from me. "Nope. Nothing," I pulled her head back to my chest. Having her this close made me happy. More than I've ever been. I've never thought that a woman could have me so wrapped around her finger. Seven fucking years. Seven years and she was in my hands. Running away from Archer. He won't get her. I'm not giving her away. "It's fine. You'll remember it eventually," she wrapped her hands around me. And for once, I felt complete. "So I'm guessing Dena isn't Dena."

I glanced down at myself and closed my eyes in embarrassment as I noticed that I was wearing Zack's clothes. "Don't worry, I won't spread it," the maid reassured me. I looked at Manang and managed a soft smile. "Manang, I think I already love him." Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I saw the compassion in Manang's eyes as she embraced me. "Out of all the girls he's brought here, you're the only one who treats me kindly and talks to me. You're a good person." "Manang?" My voice cracked, and I felt the helplessness of wanting to share my troubles but being unable to.

King opened his lips again, and his eyes were deep and calm . Zhao Tingsen smiled deeply again, very dissatisfied with Mr.King's harsh actions . " Mr.King, you should know that the land in my house is a blessed land left behind by my ancestors that can stretch children and benefit descendants. I have already said that it will not be sold. As for the Goddess of Mercy, I fell for her three months ago, hoping to ask for a child, but..." With a noise, he continued, "Now my wife is pregnant , so Dr. An is our lucky star, and now the Buddha is an optional existence for me."

“She disgusts me.” Conrad’s brow furrowed. “She’s your best friend?” Mercy let out a bitter laugh. “Best friend? No. I’m her shadow.” Conrad blinked, stunned. “What—” “All my life in school,” Mercy cut in sharply, “I’ve watched her walk into a room and make everyone turn their heads without even trying. I’ve seen her smile and get anything she wants. She’s silk and sunshine. I’m the one left standing in the background. I’m the one they look at when she’s not around.”

Stopped being the perfect assistant who never made mistakes and never caused problems. It wasn't about him, this stranger with gentle hands and dangerous smiles. It wasn't about attraction, though that certainly hummed between us like electricity. It was about forgetting. For once, I wasn't a shadow in a pristine office, invisible until needed, silent unless spoken to. I wasn't Killian Vale's efficient assistant, the woman who anticipated his needs before he voiced them and solved problems before they became crises. I was just Emery. A girl in a hot dress. On a dark floor. Letting herself feel something that wasn't work, or exhaustion, or the constant fear of doing everything just right only

From the mansion to the people living here, everything was just so perfect, something that isn't supposed to be real. Her cheeks were as red as tomato, she was never this respected before, even though the love that she gets from her fans was unexplainable now this level of respect was too much for her to handle. "Um….can you…put me down please?" She asked shyly. Bohden kissed her forehead and placed her down, standing on her feet she adjusted her dress before flushing the maids with a wide smile "Thank you" she said when suddenly one of the maids screamed upon seeing her.

She had everything under control. At least, she thought she did. Far from the glamour, behind the doors of privilege and pride, fate had just made its next move. And soon, a girl from Loven Street would walk into her world not with riches or reputation, but with something far more dangerous. Hope.