ra strolled into the lobby just as Eden was about to hop into the elevator. Eden was in a frantic rush to catch up with Dn, her face all scrunched up with urgency. But as soon as her eyesnded on ra, that urgency quickly twisted into a fiery anger.


    "ra! You witch!" she spat, raising her hand to p ra, but ra was quicker, catching Eden''s wrist mid-air.


    The receptionists, noticing the drama unfolding, thought about stepping in. They were worried about ra shing with this high-profile guest, knowing well they''d be the ones in hot water with the managerter. But before they could act, ra surprised everyone by delivering a p to Eden herself.


    Eden''s head snapped to the side, her lips trembling. "How dare you hit me?" she stammered, disbelief coloring her voice.


    ra just chuckled, crossing her arms. "Oh, Ms. Eden, this isn''t my first rodeo. Remember the time you ended up in the hospital because of me? You''d think you''d have learned to keep it down by now."


    The receptionists were caught off guard, pausing in their tracks. They had initially worried about ra but quickly realized she was a force to be reckoned with, even more so than Eden. It seemed like this socialite had finally met her match. Secretly, they couldn''t help but feel a bit of satisfaction, almost hoping ra would give Eden another taste of her medicine.


    Releasing Eden''s wrist, ra took a step back. "Ms. Eden, you used to mock me for being a sycophant. Yet, you''ve been trailing after Dn for years, and it seems he''s still clueless about your feelings. Need me to give him a little nudge?"


    Eden went pale as a sheet. Dn only saw her as a junior, and she could only act yful with him under that guise. If her true feelings were revealed, Dn would surely keep his distance.


    "You wouldn''t dare!" Eden hissed.


    ra''s demeanor shifted, her eyes narrowing with a cold edge as she stepped closer. "I could keep this to myself, but Ms. Eden, you''d better mind your manners around me. Otherwise, I might just let it slip, and then the esteemed Mr. Dn will find out the not-so-innocent thoughts his ''dear junior'' has been harboring. Tsk tsk." "ra!" Eden''s whole body shook with rage, but there was nothing she could do. ra casually waved her off and made a beeline for the hotel''s restaurant. Eden bit hard on her lip, her eyes zing with malice.


    Witch, damn witch! This time, I''ll make sure ra never sets foot in New York again!


    After a satisfying meal, ra returned to her room to find Aiden waiting for her. "Ms. ra, didn''t you mention you''re good at leg massages?"


    Was this his way of saying she needed to give Dn''s legs some attention?


    "The boss has been cooped up in the car all day, and his legs are giving him trouble. Besides, his leg issues are because of you."


    Every time this was thrown in her face, ra couldn''t argue, as Dn''s leg problems were indeed tied to her.


    Taking a deep breath, she headed to his room. As she opened the door, Dn was stepping out of the shower, d in nothing but a loosely tied robe. His damp hair hung over his face as he leaned against the bathroom door, ncing at her before trying to move towards the bed.


    ra noticed his room''syout was different from hers, clearly spruced up and sanitized. Seeing his struggle, she quickly moved to support him.


    "Mr. Dn, after all this rehab, is your leg still acting up?" she asked, reminding herself of her promise to be at his service until his leg healed, even though she''d been a bit distanttely.


    Holding his arm, her fingertips brushed against his skin. His robe left a good chunk of his chest exposed, with the belt barely hanging on. Water dripped from his hair, making him look like something out of a painting.


    Kneeling by the bed, ra started massaging his calf. She was about to say something when a droplet from his hair identallynded in her eye.


    She blinked, her eyes turning red, instinctively raising a hand to wipe it away. Dn caught her wrist, "Don''t use your hand."


    She blinked a few more times until the irritation subsided. "You should dry your hair; otherwise, you''ll keep dripping on me."


    She found a clean towel Aiden had stashed in the suitcase and offered it to him, but he didn''t take it.


    That''s when ra noticed several scratches on his hand, like he''d crushed something. "What happened to your hand?"


    "It''s nothing," he replied.


    "How can it be nothing? You''re bleeding. Did you crush a ss? I''ll get Aiden in here to patch you up."