Chapter 111 - WHY DONT WE KILL HER? (1/2)

Lise walked down the corridor late at night because she couldn't fall asleep with a lot of things roaming around her mind, therefore she came out to get fresh air when she saw a room with its door slightly ajar.

Lise walked past it, but then she stopped in her tracks when she realized it was Gael, who was sleeping on a couch, his head tilted in a strange angle that made her furrow her brows.

He would get a strained neck if he continued sleeping in that position for a long time.

Somehow, Lise even managed to see the wrinkle on his brows and the way he breathed heavily, as if even in his sleep, he couldn't get enough peace.

Lise pushed the door wider and walked quietly inside the room.

But, she stopped in the middle of the room and contemplated for a while whether she needed to continue to look at him or she could just leave the room immediately, since it was clear that she had nothing to do even if she entered the room.

However, Lise saw a blanket that was left by someone on top of a small table and a tray with a cup of cold coffee that had not been touched, not too far from it, on the round table, there was another tray with a sumptuous meal that was only eaten a little.

It seemed Gael was too busy to even take care of himself.

This man sure had to deal with an excessive amount of work to ensure the safety of his identity, while he strove to accommodate her and put her out of harm's way.

Thinking about it, at this rate, at least Lise could feel slight affection for him, or at least she could sympathize with his current condition, but she was not able to do it.

Was it because of the curse that he mentioned before? About the one that he loved the most wouldn't be able to return his feelings?

Lise was not sure if that was the case, yet when she watched him right now, for the first time in a very long time, she didn't see a monster. She saw a man, who was too tired from a long battle and now he just needed to take his time to rest, yet he was still not able to do that. He was restless even in his sleep.

How could someone lead a life like that?

With a deep sigh, Lise walked toward the blanket and took it into her arms, it felt soft to the touch and gave the warmth that Gael would need.

Slowly and carefully, Lise walked toward Gael and put the blanket over his body.

At first, she thought Gael would wake up, but it seemed, his breathing only became even, since he felt the warmth of it while his wrinkled brows relaxed.

Lise was supposed to walk out of the room immediately and didn't care about him, but she stayed there for a little bit longer, as she watched him in his sleep.

He was not like the horrible man in her memories now, instead, he looked like a child. Lise wondered, how could someone as cold as him could have that kind of expression when he was sleeping, he looked harmless.