Stupid

Cuhen entered the house the next day, his hair was messy, his clothes were wet, and he had obviously been awake all night, but what surprised her was his bleeding fist. She was concerned as she stared at it.

He passed her on the stairs, but her hand had other ideas and reached for his right hand.

"W-what happened to your hand?" Despite her fear of the man's presence, she couldn't help but be concerned. Where was it last night, and why is it this way?

"Go away!" He shoved her away, and because she was frail, she slid to the side.

She was hurt when her back collided with the wall, but she knew Cuhen's hand hurt even more. Someone urged her to treat his hand, but he continued upstairs and slammed the door to his room so hard.

She went to the kitchen sluggishly and decided to cook breakfast. Her body requires nourishment. Cuhen also didn't mind her moving the refrigerator's contents.

She could make a simple breakfast. Cooking is one of her hobbies, so she knows a thing or two about the kitchen. She quickly squeezed the food and went to her room to lock the door. It started raining outside, so she couldn't go to the garden like she usually did.

Cuhen yelled loudly in the other room as she sat on her bed in her room. The equipment shattered one by one, and there were loud crashes, as if he was insane.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

She bit her lower lip. A shattered object smashed the door to Cuhen's room. She hadn't seen it go wild in the few weeks she'd been here. Cuhen's face was always dark, and he was always angry at the world.

Instead of being scared, she found herself walking to the man's room and opening the door without saying anything. She was correct; it appeared as if a storm had passed through Cuhen's room, causing some of the furniture to be damaged. Some of the broken items were also scattered on the floor, and if she stepped on one of them, she would be hurt.

The man was lying on the bed, still dressed in his soaking wet clothes. His bleeding hand was dangling from the side of the bed. It appears to have no intention of cleaning the wound.

She stepped outside for a moment and then went straight to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. She returned to Cuhen's room right away.

"What exactly do you want?" He yelled angrily.

She licked her bottom lip. She didn't respond, but she approached him slowly. She only wanted to help him heal the wound on his hand.

"Get your shadow out of here. If you insist, I'll kill you," he said threateningly, remaining on the bed.

But she approached him anyway, and before he could say anything else, she extended his wounded hand.

“Damn! Get the fuck out of here!" He yelled. He was able to stand, and his enraged gaze met her like a lion. It appeared that even a few seconds could kill her.

"If that's what you want, p-punish me..." She has no idea where she got the courage to meet his gaze. His eyes looked as if he was about to swallow her whole.

"Leave before I kill you," he said angrily. He climbed back into bed.

She didn't pay attention. She extended her hand, and despite his repeated requests for her to leave, she did not. Until it, too, gave up and allowed her to treat its hand. The deep wounds inflicted by Cuhen's hand shook her. She disinfected it with alcohol. Cuhen was not even hurt by what she did, much to her dismay. She wrapped it in a clean white cloth after applying betadine.

She finished after about a half-hour. She stood up and decided to leave while Cuhen was still sleeping. She smiled to herself, but then vanished when she realized Cuhen hadn't changed its clothes. Her brain was debating whether she should tell the man to change his clothes because he might get sick.

"Mr. Malcogn?"

It didn't say anything. Its eyes were closed. It has already fallen asleep. She intended to change his clothes, but when she felt the hot steam on his skin, her hand shot up in the air.

He's got a fever!

She immediately placed her palm on its neck, which appeared to be scorching, and she quickly removed her hand from the extreme heat. She became perplexed.

She carefully placed him on the ground. Because of his high fever, he was sweating profusely and his face turned bright red. She immediately removed the shirt he was wearing and went in search of a replacement. She also bravely changed her boxer shorts while no one was looking. Her face was flushed despite the fact that she had seen it several times. Who wouldn't want to?

She quickly shut the window and turned on the light. She got him warmed up. She also interfered with the arrangement of the scattered items in the man's room. The broken items were repaired, and the crystals were discarded.

She sat next to the bed and watched Cuhen sleep peacefully. When you close your eyes, it looks like an angel in super peace. His thick brows matched the sharpness of his closed eyes. The nose is sharp, and the lips are thin and kissable. Every woman was taken aback by his square jaw and divided chin.

As she stroked his hair, she smiled bitterly. Despite the fact that he was a demon, she was given the opportunity to closely observe him. She decided to prepare a hot soup for him so that when it awoke, it would have something to eat.

CUHEN awoke with a headache and vertigo. He remembered what had happened and was perplexed as to how he was able to change his clothes. Damn! That lady.

He got out of bed, irritated, to discover that the room was also being cleaned. He dashed to the door and yanked on the knob. He was astounded to discover that the wound on his hand had been healed. He shakes his head at the thought of her nursing his swollen fist. Ellah should not meddle in his life.

He apprehended her just outside the room. She was a sexy lingerie that allowed you to almost see her nakedness. Ellah was even more surprised to see him and backed away immediately. He took long steps to get closer to her, but his body suddenly weakened and he hugged the girl out of time.

This is ridiculous!

He immediately let go of her, but he would have fallen to the floor if her hand hadn't been there to catch him.

What the fuck!

His last hospitalization was ten years ago. He does not get fevers. He was stronger in the face of gunshot wounds and broken bones, but her resistance was weakened by a simple fever and the flu. Damn!

"Are you all right?" Ellah was worried even though she was scared and sheltered in his presence.

"Shut up, woman! As if you cared, shut the hell up!" He scolded the woman, who was taken aback. The spark in her beautiful eyes betrayed her pain, but he didn't care. He forced himself to stand, and he was successful.

"I'll help you..."

"So I could easily kill you then," Cuhen cut her off mid-sentence.

But before he could get to the door, he tripped and fell on his knee. Damn! How long has it been since he hasn't eaten anything? When the woman appeared beside him and helped him to his feet, he was no longer surprised. He then pushed her aside and entered the room by himself. He is not paralyzed to assist.

Ellah clenched her teeth as Cuhen slammed the door shut. He silenced her. She went downstairs and took a spoonful of mushroom soup to Cuhen's room. She also took medication to quickly reduce the man's fever.

She knocked while holding the food tray in one hand. She was standing in front of its room, and even if she wanted to go inside, it was already locked.

"I made mushroom soup and brought medicine. Eat first, then—"

"I don't eat poisonous food," he sneered.

"It isn't poisonous. All I want to do is—"

"Another one, and I'll kill you."

As she turned away, her shoulder dropped. She simply left the food in front of the door and went to her room. She locks herself once more.

She wanted to sleep, but she was tossing and turning in bed, and drowsiness was still eluding her. She was concerned about the man's health. If his fever has subsided and he has eaten.

She leaned up against the door and peered out. When she saw that the food was still there, she sighed sadly. She swapped it out for a new one.

She sat on the opposite wall of the door, with the tray of food next to her. She'd wait for him to wake up and then eat what she'd brought. It's up to him if it becomes enraged. Because if something goes wrong here, she won't be able to leave. This is the only person who has the authority to decide on her freedom.

Until she realized she had a dream because she had slept so well. The man appeared in her dream. Cuhen carried her deep sleep without hesitation after he looked at her. He led her to her room, gently placed her on the bed, and wrapped her in a blanket.

Then she slept until she awoke in the middle of the night and remembered her dream had come true.

She was surprised that Cuhen had picked her up, but she didn't know why. She smiled as the door opened, allowing Cuhen to enter.

"Come eat with me." He immediately turned around as the door closed behind him.

She was taken aback at the time. What does he mean? Is her hearing accurate? Cuhen invites her to join him for dinner? They haven't eaten together in the few weeks she's been here. She was nervous, but she was also happy.

While eating quietly, she secretly observed Cuhen's every move. Because of the tension, she could barely move what was on her plate. She believes Cuhen is now fine. He is no longer red and appears to be regaining strength. She sighed with relief at the thought.

"Stare at me again, and I'll kill you," he hissed.

She was embarrassed and ate the food right away. She hadn't even looked at what she'd swallowed, so she coughed up the food.

"Drink," he said matter-of-factly. He presented her with a glass of water. "Stupid."

She drank the water quickly and finished the food on her plate. She quickly apologized in front of him and ran back to her room.

God! What am I thinking? I must despise him. My heartbeat is no longer normal. Lord, please help me! I think I'm falling for him... I think I'm falling for him. This is not possible! No!