[Leo: Wifey, don’t be burdened. I’ll straighten these men for you so they won’t bother you.]


    [Hera: Eh? That’s not what I mean, though?]


    [Leo: Don’t worry, wifey, I got this.]


    [Leo: ( ???? ?)??]


    ...


    <strong>[Six Musketeer Group Chat]</strong>


    [Leo: See, now my wife feels burdened by your excessive gifting! Stop being a bother and pretend as if you are dead.]


    [Zhane: I think you misunderstood what Hera meant?]


    [Luke: Right, you want us to stop sending gifts so you can continue to pamper her with flowers and gifts, standing out among the rest? But since we are all doing the same, you feel like we stole your spotlight?]


    [Xavier: So childish...]


    [Xavier: (￢_￢) ]


    [Dave: Right, you are so childish, Leo, you should be ashamed!]


    [Dave: ( ｀皿′)??]


    [Rafael: ╭∩╮(￣ヘ￣)╭∩╮]


    [Rafael: You should be ashamed...]


    [Xavier: Ashamed...]


    [Leo: Oh?! So now, you are working together against me? ]


    [Leo: (? ??_??)?]


    [Zhane: Alright, children, stop fighting...]


    [Dave: Who’s fighting?]


    [Leo: Who’s a child?]


    [Zhane: Leo, something seems to be wrong with you these days. You are so agitated and easy to provoke. Is there a problem? Maybe we could help.]


    [Luke: Now that you mention it, that does seem correct. Usually, even if Dave taunts him, he just acts nonchnt and smugly taunts back. But now, he is acting so weird. Are you really Leo?]


    ...


    "Holy shit! Did I mess up the boss’s impression? Are they already starting to suspect me?!" Terry panicked, gnawing at his nails.


    "Terry, it’s because you acted <i>way</i> too jealous!" the young male doctor whispered harshly, shooting nervous nces around them. "Have you not seen how the boss handles his love rivals? He never takes them seriously! Even if he <i>does</i>, he acts like some high-and-mighty empress, treating everyone else like concubines under his rule. But you? You acted like a jealous kid fighting for attention!"


    He looked up at Terry with growing dread. "You’re so dead when the boss wakes up..."


    "It’s not <i>that</i> far off... Boss acts like that around them too, you know," Terry muttered in his defense—only to get smacked on the back of his head.


    "Yeah, right," the young doctor rolled his eyes. "He <i>does</i> act like that, but not all the time—and definitely not like <i>you</i>. You’ve been looking for trouble, Terry. We’ve been carefully sending gifts to his beloved every day so she wouldn’t worry, thinking Boss is just busy—not dead or missing!"


    He leaned in closer, lowering his voice as if the walls had ears. "But now, thanks to your dramatic outbursts and how easily you get provoked, people are starting to suspect something’s up. If Young Madam Hera finds out that something’s wrong with the Boss..." He gulped, voice dropping to a whisper. "We’re <i>dead meat</i> the moment he wakes up."


    "S-Shut up! I’m at my wits’ end too, alright?!" Terry snapped, voice trembling. "I didn’t expect we’d get ambushed by those scoundrels, and for Boss to lose so much blood... for him to end up in aa like this."


    He paced a little before gripping his hair in frustration. "We can’t even stay here for long—and this, this is the best I can do to help him! I’ve been so on edgetely that I keep breaking character whenever I interact with his love rivals. But can you really me me?!" He growled, exasperated.


    Terry’s eyes fell to the cracked screen of Leo’s phone in his hand, then slowly shifted to the man lying motionless on the bed. Even in sleep, Leo’s brows were drawn together, and his lips were pressed into a tight line as if still enduring pain.


    "Sigh..." The young doctor let out a heavy breath, slumping against the wall. "There’s really not much we can do now. All we can do is wait—wait for Boss’ people to break in and rescue us, and finally use that n he’s been preparing for so long to deal with those bastards."


    His voice trembled with unease. "Those men are ruthless. They’ll stop at nothing to get what they want. If we don’t find a way out of here soon... Boss might actually die in the middle of nowhere, deep in this godforsaken forest." He whimpered and pulled his knees to his chest. "I don’t wanna die either! I just got this job as Boss’ personal doctor, and now this? Huhuhu... I’m too young to die..."


    "Shut up!" Terry snapped, his nerves frayed. "Don’t jinx us, damn it! This is probably your bad luck rubbing off on Boss! You just got here and look what happened!"


    "That’s not fair!" the young doctor snapped back, his voice rising. "Why are you ming everything on me? It’s not like I nned for us to get tailed and ambushed! How was I supposed to know they’d send a damn death warrior after us? That thing almost wiped us all out!"


    He visibly shivered at the memory, his expression pale. The events of that day were still burned into his mind—the chaos, the blood, the overwhelming pressure. They had justpleted a mission, barely escaping their enemies.


    Leo had already taken some hits—bullet grazes, knife wounds—but he carried himself like he wasn’t hurting at all, like pain was just an afterthought.


    But on their way back to the safe house, their entire convoy was bombed. Landmines had been nted along the forest road they traveled, making it clear that their route had beenpromised. Someone had leaked their location.