ra''s head was pounding, and thest thing she wanted was to deal with the


    messy business of rtionships, especially when it came to Z. Things with Z wereplicated enough on their own.


    Simon, on the other hand, was busy plotting how to get into ra''s good graces and maybe move up a notch in her life. After all, he did take a p for her earlier, so suggesting dinner seemed like a reasonable next step, right? But before he could bring it up, ra sank back into the hospital bed, looking like exhaustion personified.


    "Simon, I''m really tired. Can I just get some peace and quiet for a bit?" she murmured.


    Simon pressed his lips together in thought. "How about dinnerter? Or I could bring you something here. You know your stomach''s acting up again."


    ra had already shut her eyes, her voice barely above a whisper. "Alright."


    Simon stood up and quietly left, closing the door with care.


    ra thought she could finally snatch a peaceful nap, but it wasn''t long before the door creaked open again. Assuming it was Simon, she snapped, "What now?"


    But the man who entered didn''t say a word. Simon wasn''t one to keep quiet like that. Slowly, ra opened her eyes and scanned the room until she saw it was Dn.


    Seeing Dn was thest thing she wanted. Her demeanor turned frosty, and her voice matched. “Mr. Dn, do you need something? If not, could you please leave? I need to rest."


    Dn''s fingers trembled on the armrest before curling inwards, almost as if he was holding something back.


    ra turned away from him, showing him her back. But she soon heard the soft sound of a wheelchair approaching and felt a gentle yet firm grip turning her shoulder.


    "Don''t turn your back on me."


    "What?" she snapped, already on edge from the whole Eden situation. "Mr. Dn, it''s Saturday. We''re not at work, so I don''t have to listen to you."


    Dn''s face briefly went pale, and ra caught a flicker of hurt in his eyes.


    Even more irritated, shey back down and shut her eyes tightly. She wasn''t sure how much time had passed, but she was genuinely tired and drifted off to sleep.


    Ever since the Lincoln incident, she''d been wary around Dn. Even in sleep, she stayed somewhat aware of her surroundings. She knew Dn hadn''t left, which was odd. Why was he still there?


    As she mulled over it, a warm sensation brushed her lips, jolting her awake as if she''d seen a ghost. She knew the feeling of a kiss all too well, and that warmth could only be someone''s lips.


    With no one else in the room, it had to be Dn, right?


    Her skin crawled with unease, and she nearly rolled off the bed in a panic. But when she sat up, the room was empty-Dn was nowhere to be found.


    Was it just her imagination? A dream?


    Her heart raced uncontrobly, and the idea that Dn might have sneaked a kiss made her want to pack up and run.


    Could it really have been Dn?