As the pill dissolved in her mouth, ra leaned wearily against the wall, feeling soft as if she''d just been fished out of a pool. She wanted to tell Dn she couldn''t cook for him tonight or go out for dinner, but the words wouldn''te.


    Fleeting memories flickered through her mind, reminding her of how she always struggled during this time of the month. Back then, she would curl up alone on the couch, quietly waiting for the pain to pass. But now, she had someone by her side.


    She felt sweat trickling down her body, pooling in waves. A cool, damp washcloth brushed across her forehead, and in her weakened state, she instinctively leaned into theforting chill. Her fingers found Dn''s hand, and she nestled against his palm, seeking sce.


    Dn held the washcloth, not pulling away. Her face was pale. In her vulnerable state, she was clingy, but once she recovered, she would be distant again. His hand slowly opened, cradling half her face. She nuzzled against his hand for what felt like five long minutes before finally letting go.


    Dn got up to adjust the air conditioning, but ra''s hand caught his wrist. Her consciousness was already fading, and her fingertips felt damp against his skin. "I''m not leaving," he reassured her, patting her hand gently. Only then did ra release her grip, drifting off to sleep beside him.


    Dn closed the window, leaving the curtains open. Then he turned to find a nket and gently draped it over her. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Aiden''s voice floated in. "Sir, the meeting starts in half an hour."


    He had nned on staying for dinner, but they were runningte now. He had an overseas conference call scheduled forter. "Bring theptop and the Bluetooth headset in here."


    Theptop was set up beside him, and he donned the headset, ready to conduct the meeting right there. Aiden waited outside the apartmentplex in case anything happened. As the meeting began, the overseas executives noticed Dn''s voice was unusually low, as if he couldn''t speak loudly. They strained to hear him, but no one dared to ask him to speak up.


    Midway through the meeting, another knock came at the door. This time, it was Simon, notorious for his brusque attitude towards ra. His pounding was loud and insistent. Everyone in the meeting heard it, but no onemented, pretending nothing had happened.


    Dn''s brow furrowed as he heard Simon shouting from outside. "ra, who said you could switch departments? Why didn''t you run it by me? You''re getting out of hand!"


    He had thought that putting ra in a managerial role would make her morepliant, but she had simply left the department, thwarting his ns. "ra, you need to exin yourself!"


    Dn picked up his phone and called Simon. "You have some work to sort out at thepany."


    Simon couldn''t believe his ears. It was the first time his uncle had called him, especially about work. Though arrogant, Simon knew it was his family ties that got him a role that required no overtime at Ferguson Corporation. Still, this was a direct order from his uncle, leaving him frustrated. "Uncle Dn, did you know ra switched departments?"


    "Yeah, anything else?"


    Simon''s lips pressed into a thin line, his fist clenching at his side. "I don''t want her to leave. Can you make here back?"


    Dn''s hand stayed on the keyboard. The camera was on, allowing the executives to see his face. His expression remained calm, though a flicker of disdain passed through his eyes. "If that''s all, I''m hanging up."


    "Uncle Dn!" Simon mmed the door in anger, waking ra. She slowly opened her eyes, propped herself up on the sofa, and groggily asked, "What was that noise?"


    In the conference room, the executives noticed that although Dn''s expression hadn''t changed, the atmosphere seemed to lighten. Had a girl appeared beside him? It waste at night, so it couldn''t be a female employee. Was she the future Mrs. Ferguson?


    Dn turned his head towards ra, reassuring her, "It''s nothing. Go back to sleep." ra couldn''t process anything else and drifted back into slumber.


    She awoke in the middle of the night, finding herself in her bed and her clothes changed. She sat up abruptly, checking her clothes and pants. The stained clothes were gone.


    Was it Dn? Her cheeks flushed crimson at the thought. Could it be him? She hurried out of the room, but Dn was already gone. On the table was a bowl of oatmeal.


    ra felt her whole body heat up, realizing she had been bathed as well. If Dn had done all this, hadn''t he seen everything? Her scalp tingled at the thought. Would Dn really do such things? Change her clothes, bathe her, even...


    She paced the room anxiously, eager to ask but too afraid to do so.