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In that moment, Irene only wanted to kill someone.
All the muscles in her body instantly tensed and her veins all pulsed. She seemed to be seeing red.
She turned around and walked out to squeeze the railings along the staircase. She took several deep breaths, trying to calm down, before pushing open the door again and walking in. Lisa had already stopped fussing, but she was still trapped in a nightmare. A fist reached out from under the blanket, tightly clutching onto the corner of the blanket. Her grip was so tight that the veins in her hand slightly bulged out and her knuckles had turned white.
Irene only felt like her heart had been tightly grasped onto by that fist too. It hurt sharply and urgently.
She hurriedly walked forward and held the other's hand, then gently called out her name.
Lisa struggled a bit. She didn't wake up, only muttering again, "It hurts so much. Chaeng-ah, no more. I'm in so much pain......"
Irene's heart almost broke because of this.
She only felt that the hand in her palm was wet and cold. She quickly pressed that hand to her chest to warm it up, then grabbed a tissue to wipe Lisa's forehead.
"Lisa, Lisa, it's me. Baby, don't be scared. It's me."
Lisa was struggled a bit more. She still didn't wake up.
Irene found it strange. She reached a hand under the blankets and discovered, as expected, that the blankets were completely soaked. She immediately pulled Lisa out and grabbed a throw blanket to wrap her in. After, she single-handedly carried Lisa to the closet to find clothes for her to change into.
Lisa was probably used to Irene's embrace. As soon as she became wrapped in the other's arms and Irene stroked her back, she obediently stopped fussing. Her tense body slowly started relaxing as well. Her head flopped onto Irene's collarbones, allowing Irene to strip her and dry her off, then re-dress her.
Irene had originally been incredibly furious.
But upon seeing Lisa curled up in her embrace, peacefully sleeping like a little bird who had finally returned to its nest, she couldn't help her lips from quirking up slightly either. She wanted to put Lisa onto the couch, but discovered that the back of her shirt had been caught in the other's hand. She tugged at it, to no avail. Lisa smacked her lips again, then burrowed further into Irene's chest. "Don't leave."
Irene's heart skipped a beat.
She didn't know if she should feel touched or jealous. She paused in place for a moment before silently heaving out a sigh.
She called the butler and told him to have some people fix up the bed, —in actuality, it was just that she was in a bad mood but had nowhere to expend these negative emotions—. She couldn't help scolding the butler and servants who had come upstairs to tidy up: so careless. I gave her to you to take care of, yet you guys didn't do a good job. She's been sweating for so long, but nobody's come up to check on her.
Irene was a proper and mannerly person. She was forgiving to her workers, so rarely became angry with her servants like this.
Now that she was throwing a tantrum, everyone fell quiet. They did their best to quiet their breathing and focus; they even worked faster than usual. There were five or six people shuttling around the room, but they didn't even make a single sound.
As such, of course nobody dared to remind her: in the beginning, who had ordered, "She's nothing but a play thing. Don't treat her too well. Those from common families are very shortsighted. If we spoil her too much, she'll start causing trouble," huh? Who had also slowly started treating Lisa as a personal possession in the past six months, expression turning dark if anyone dared to lay an extra finger on her?
But this tantrum happened to wake Lisa up. She blearily heard Irene scolding people, so hurriedly reached a hand out to stroke the other's hand. Her voice was sticky and hazy.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry." And then, she seemed to hear that the reason Irene had gotten angry was her. She instantly added, "I'm fine, it's not their fault. Don't worry......"
Irene was still in the midst of her anger. Without thinking about it, she yelled, "This is none of your business! Hurry and sleep!" This refuted anything else Lisa wanted to say.
After the servants finished tidying up and retreated, she stuffed Lisa back into the blankets. Finally, Irene realized that she had been too harsh with her words previously. She looked down. As expected, Lisa was pretending to be asleep. Her long eyelashes slightly fluttered.
"You......" Irene couldn't handle her when she looked like a frightened little rabbit. She wrapped her arms around the other and pulled her up, then pecked her forehead in placation. "I wasn't angry at you. Don't worry."
Lisa softly made a noise of acknowledgment. She obediently leaned her head back and pouted. After being intimately kissed by Irene for a few minutes, she finally panted and said, "I know. How could you hold a grudge over these trivial matters? You were just worried."
As she spoke, she slowly softened her body and wrapped her arms around Irene's neck, then curled herself into Irene's arms.
At a time like this, she still acted so purposefully.
Irene didn't know what to say to her. She only carefully avoided the other's injuries and gently patted her back through her shirt. "Sleep."
Normally, Lisa stayed overnight with Irene on the weekends. She had gotten used to sleeping with Irene. Not long after, she had already started snoring softly and sweetly.
But Irene didn't fall asleep at all.
Lisa's shout of, "It hurts," continuously echoed in her brain. Her heart convulsed in pain. When Lisa slept by her side, she was always very well behaved. She didn't cry, didn't whine, and didn't dream. Whichever way Irene held her, she would stay like that in Irene's arms, rarely changing her posture through the night.
Irene had always thought that Lisa was naturally so quiet and obedient in her sleep.
But she hadn't thought......
Thinking of this, how much of Lisa's life did Irene not know about? Irene thought over and over to herself
Had she been this obedient originally? Was her temper naturally so good? Had she never feared pain, or had she simply never dared to express that she was in pain in front of me? Are her gentleness and thoughtfulness real, or is she secretly holding back her displeasure? Is her relationship with her girlfriend actually good, or was everything only...... After all, a truly great girlfriend probably wouldn't make their lover accompany other people to earn money, right......
She couldn't think too much about this.
If she did, the roots of her teeth would start souring with pain. The vein in her temple would throb. Additionally, an intense hatred would begin to brew in her mind.
Prior to this, Irene had never actually thought about truly keeping Lisa. Though she had had brief impulses to, these had all disappeared in a flash. Besides, Lisa had a loving girlfriend she was in a relationship with. Irene also wasn't some barbarian who would use her power to act out of line and purposefully break up the couple. She couldn't be so immoral.
But if... If Lisa's supposed girlfriend only made her cry in her dreams......
Irene kissed the tip of Lisa's nose that was still slightly red. "I won't make you cry."
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The next morning, Irene carried Lisa into the dining room before setting her down. Then, she turned around and called her personal secretary, telling the other to investigate Lisa's interpersonal relationships. "Investigate this bank account that Lisa always sends money to."
The secretary very obviously hesitated. "Miss Bae, didn't you previously say that you wouldn't look into this relationship?"
Irene furrowed her brows. "Different times call for different measures. At the time, I didn't want to, but now, I've changed my mind."
In order to avoid the situation of Lisa staying at the dorm alone with no one to take care of her, consequently leaving her free to bump into her wound, Irene required her to stay in the villa until the injury could completely heal.
She was worried the other would overthink things, so specially made clear.
"I don't mind if it scars. Even if it does scar in the end, I'll still want you. Only, since you're injured, and since we have the conditions to, it'd be better to carefully make sure it heals."
However, Lisa, who had always been obedient, revealed a conflicted expression this time. Of course, it was gone in a flash because she had instantly gotten her facial features under control. She compliantly nodded and agreed, but Irene had already noticed. "What? Unwilling?"
"No." Lisa looked up and gave her a gentle smile. "I'm yours. Whatever you say is law."
Irene became even more annoyed. "After all these years, you're still the same way. What is actually wrong? Be straightforward and tell me."
Lisa shook her head. "It's really nothing."
Irene furrowed her brows. "If you keep acting like this, I'm really going to get mad."
Her features were very deep set. The lines of her face seemed like they had been carved out by a knife and were both sharp and hard. When her expression darkened, she looked dangerously murderous. When she furrowed her brows, there would be a very aggressive crease between her eyebrows. She had a face that could stop children from crying at night.
Lisa's biggest fear was Irene with a dark expression. She hurriedly confessed, "Just, my homework......"
"What time is it for you to still be worrying about your homework?" Irene had a headache. Aside being a trainee to pursue her dancing career, this was Lisa's last year of university. She was majoring in oil painting with a minor in arts management.
To be able to continue further down the path of art, one needed to first become familiar with their desired professor, then constantly attend their lectures, just like a normal student. Every week, they needed to turn in two pieces of homework, no matter what. Irene knew about all this. After all, she had helped the other find the professor in the first place. She was also the one paying for tuition. Lisa wasn't busy normally, so neither of them paid much attention to her homework. Now that Lisa was wounded, was her homework going to chase her down like a pack of wolves?
"You're right...... Then I just won't do it." Lisa instantly changed her mind.
Irene finally realized, the other was definitely in such a rush because she wanted to complete a few extra paintings prior to summer break. This way, she could make more time to accompany her girlfriend.
Her heart felt sour with jealousy. Except, she couldn't get mad at Lisa.
"You can paint too if you really want to. Bring all your stuff here, or simply buy a different set and leave it here. I'll have someone clear out a room to be your studio."
Lisa sighed, "That, might not be so good...... It would disturb so many people......"
"It's good if I say it's good."
Lisa hurriedly said instead, "Then... gomapta, Sunbaenim."
Thus, Irene scooted close and squeezed Lisa's waist. Meanwhile, she asked, "What? Only calling me Sunbae? Shouldn't you show your gratitude in some other manner?" As she spoke, she patted Lisa's thigh.
Thus, Lisa obediently fit her legs and let Irene sat on her lap. She familiarly wrapped her arms around the other's neck, then looked up and said, "Gomawo, jagi-ya."
After saying this, she glued her lips to Irene's. She gently licked Irene's lips a few times before compliantly placing the tip of her tongue into Irene's mouth so the other could suck on it.
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