ra hung up the phone with a decisive click. Only someone like that could see Simon as a gem.


    She headed back to Dn''s bedroom, surprised to find the lights already off. For a second, she thought about slipping out and finding a spot to crash for the night. But then a gust of wind blew in from the balcony, and she realized Dn was out there, not in bed.


    Even before she got close, she caught a whiff of smoke. "Mr. Dn, isn''t smoking bad for your leg?" she asked with genuine concern. Wasn''t he still recovering?


    The dim glow from the garden cast long shadows, making it tough to see his face clearly. Still, she picked up on something in his eyes—a silent yearning, an unspoken wait that tugged at her heart.


    Maybe visiting Shelly''s grave had him feeling down.


    She stood beside him, unsure of what to say. Dn''s presence was subtle, like a breeze-hard to pin down, yet unforgettable.


    Out of the corner of her eye, ra noticed the cigarette perilously close to his fingers. "It''s about to burn your fingers," she quickly warned.


    Dn continued to stare into the distance, slowly dropping the cigarette into the ashtray. A red mark on his fingers showed he''d been burned.


    ra instinctively grabbed his wrist and gently blew on the spot. "Is there a first aid kit? Any burn cream? I''ll find some."


    She had to tilt her head up to look at him because of their height difference. Dn''s Adam''s apple bobbed as he attempted to pull his hand back, but she held on tight.


    "Mr. Dn, don''t know what''s on your mind, but you shouldn''t treat yourself like this. And about your insomnia-I''ll arrange for a specialist to sort out some remedies. Hope you won''t mind."


    Just as she finished, he asked, "Are you this kind to everyone?"


    ra paused, unsure how to answer. Since she''d known him, Dn had been a puzzle. He didn''t seem to hate her, but he was a man of principles. As long as she didn''t push boundaries, he wouldn''t lord his authority over her. He''d even looked after her during tough times, which was more than most would do.


    Before she knew it, he''d pulled his hand away. "Get some sleep," he said, turning back inside, flicking on the bedsidemp, and settling into bed.


    ra lingered a moment, realizing she''d spent quite a while in Dn''s room. But she genuinely didn''t know where else to go, so she flopped onto the nearby couch.


    Jackson had once joked she was like a sleeping pill for Dn. If her presence could really help with his insomnia, she was more than willing.


    After about ten minutes, she tiptoed over to find him already asleep. She wondered if he ever really had trouble sleeping.


    Back on the couch, she found it wide enough for one. Once she dozed off, Dn shifted slightly in bed, his gaze lingering on her. He watched for a


    long while before finally closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep too.