Chapter 20 (1/2)

Chapter 20

“Congratulations on your survival, Cassion”

At this, Cassion blinked

His originally bleary eyes gradually became clearer the more he blinked

“How do you feel?”

As Rosetta leaned back a little, she asked about the man’s physical condition

Cassion had no answer

His lips were tightly shut like a closed shell

‘What’s this?’

There’s some suspicion

Or, unease

It felt like there was a wave of the ocean rushi+ng into a well-built sandcastle

“Cassion?”

When his nah”

But after his sudden roans followed His expression became distorted as cold sweat broke out on his forehead

“What’s wrong? Don’t overdo it”

Rosetta took out a handkerchief and reached out to Cassion’s forehead But she never got to reach him

“Don’t touch me!”

The curt exclamation stopped her hand

His expression, the way he breathed roughly—his entire countenance screamed defiance

‘Defiance?’

Rosetta wondered to herself as her hand froze in the air

Defiance

Was it really so that would fit the current situation?

It seeht about by those relentless waves had yet to abate

“Where a by the color of your eyes, you’re a Valentine”

What kind of line was he spouting? Was he an a as he knohich eye color belongs to what faht I’nized me by rew as she said this

He drew back, clutching the sheets next to hith he put out

With hih

“Why a me here to lock me up?”

‘Look at this punk’

He crawled just to receive help froht she locked hi hi, this was the thanks she got?

She stared at the poor, beastly h, she threw out a question

“How far do you remember?”

“What?”

“Do you reuous look in his eyes, Rosetta observed that he seeht Of all things, it was until there

“I saved your life Do you remember that?”

“You saved my life?”

Yeah, he didn’t seem to remember at all

‘This isn’t part of

She planned to use the fact that she saved hiain his trust—that’s why this should have been a piece of cake

In the novel, Cassion was a man who had many walls around him

It was inevitable since he lived that way all his life

Still, Rosetta thought that he’d open his heart to his savior who gave him a second chance at life after a ht that he’d forget

“How disappointing I put on bandages on you and treated you to the best of my ability”

“You saved me and treated my injuries?”

“Yes I did”

“Why?”

“…Huh?”

At the unexpected question, Rosetta couldn’t say anything She didn’t predict this either

“Answer me Why did you save, the more his questions stacked on top of each other

She pondered for a moment

When asked all these questions, what should she answer?

‘How could I possibly turn a blind eye to someone who’s hurt?’

Would the cliché answer be the right answer?

But he wouldn’t believe this

‘Asking questions like that in the first place…’

Considering the people around hirew up to become a man who forced himself to hold onto life even in the face of death

There was no one who cared, no one orried

Even his own father abandoned hioodould only ertips onto the surface, then opened her lips

“Because I need you”

Kindness—

This was not the answer

It was better to offer an exchange rather than offer goodwill to so she wanted froh a ‘transaction’

“You need me?”

As expected, the voice that asked back becahtly relaxed

Instead of hostility, his expression was now filled with questions

However, this was very brief

Just like the calm before a storm