“Chelsea?Einer called out to Chelsea again, but the girl seemed to have lost her consciousness and only focused on Einer’s face which she was now touching warmly.Chelsea’s hands, which were full of tenderness, greeted the surface of Einer’s cold skin. Two contrasting things that were enough to make Einer stunned, speechless and not knowing what to do when Chelsea seemed to be hypnotized deeper.“Einer...,” Chelsea called, after ignoring Einer’s call several times. Unexpectedly, this was not the only thing that could surprise Einer tonight. Because not long after the call, Chelsea, who seemed to still be in her subconscious---moved her hand to touch Einer’s lips.There might have been something interesting about Einer’s lips that were rather thick and looked flushed. But, precisely because she had such lips, Chelsea’s touch managed to make her recall an old memory that Einer desperately wanted to forget.The silhouette of the memory when in a dark night and dimly lit room, a woman wh
After that night, Einer did not see Chelsea for a day. Even until the day changed, Einer still hadn't seen Chelsea's face.When it was time to take the medicine, Chelsea said she would take it so Einer left it in front of Chelsea's room door.Chelsea kept her word, but Einer didn't understand why she felt like she had been avoided by Chelsea since that night.Einer became silent and pondered in front of the mirror. "Did I push her hand too hard?" asked Einer, trying to introspect herself and recall what she had done. But all he came back with was a question mark that would only buy more time.Einer also fixed his clothes. He was already prepared with his white shirt and black pants-Today he planned to go to study something that would certainly be useful in the future.Einer opened the door, he went down the stairs and to his surprise-coincidentally he bumped into Chelsea who had also just finished going down the stairs-with probably the same destination as Einer, the dining room.Ins
"Yes?" "No, I mean... you are an associate of Chelsea's late father, yes?" The man named Benjamin chuckled in response to Einer's remark. "Yes... you could say that, sir." "So, is there anything I can help you with, Mr. Carter?" asked Einer straight to the point; he was in the mood for small talk. Benjamin replied, "I just wanted to say hello to the man who surprisingly came with Miss Chelsea... and I hear you are her husband?" Einer didn't answer immediately; he watched Ben's face for a while and remembered that at his wedding with Chelsea, Ben wasn't present which meant he must not know that Chelsea already had a husband. Einer smiled, his confidence rising so he boldly extended his hand first; inviting a handshake. "Yes, I am Chelsea's husband, Einer." "Einer?" "Yes, that's my name. Sound strange?" "Ahaha, it's just a little unique but not weird, sir." Einer looked at Ben with a cold look, as his hand was not returned by the interlocutor who now turned his attent
Amelia invited Einer to sit down, he was immediately treated to the high-class service of the host's servants. Sumptuous food was provided, even complete with wine whose brand name was too luxurious even for the ears to hear. Einer couldn't resist because it was his first time. He was flabbergasted. This was what it was like to be served by people who were not just chosen. "Since this is the first time we're meeting officially, let me entertain you with the best dishes in this place," Amelia said, as if reading Einer's gaze who looked confused surrounded by a lot of expensive food. "Please eat what you want to eat, and then we'll talk." Einer grasped the fork and knife in both hands, then something held him back as he was about to cut into the half-baked meat. He glanced at Amelia, as if he wanted to make sure of one thing before eating the expensive dish that the stranger had served him for free. Amelia was again able to catch the intent that Einer implied from his eyes. She
Self-respect? Humans called it that. And since Einer was still a human, he decided to protect that before the scratch got wider and could not be patched anymore. Einer did not want to feel sorry for himself in the future any more than this.When he found the room he was aiming for, Einer unhesitatingly opened the unlocked door without knocking first. Of course, his arrival made the two people who were in the midst of their intimate passion surprised.Einer looked coldly at the woman who was not wrapped in a single thread, then his eyes rolled to Oscar who was still silent and staring at him with wide rounded eyes. It seemed that he still did not recognize Einer because the room was dim, even close to dark."Oscar, I want to talk," Einer said, letting his partner know that he was the one who came-not someone else with bad intentions.Oscar hesitantly moved his mouth. "Why-Einer?" he asked for confirmation."Yes, it's me."Einer was made to wait when Oscar had to give an explanation to
"Einer...? You're back?" When he was about to go to the second floor, Einer was stopped by a woman who called his name. Einer stopped, but he did not even remember the name of the woman in the sexy black dress that showed the curves of her breasts clearly. "I'm in a hurry," Einer said, trying not to deal with the woman but his hand was restrained. "What are you in such a hurry for, Einer, that you didn't have time to greet me after all this time?" Einer paused in wonder; why did people like to act so familiar when they knew they weren't that close before. But the woman, whose name Einer couldn't even remember, casually put her hands around Einer's neck and pushed him backwards until her body was pressed against his. She whispered in a spoiled voice, "I was quite surprised to see you back here, Einer." Einer sighed, trying to restrain himself when his goal was blocked by the woman. "Einer, do you remember my name?" The woman asked. "No," Einer answered quickly, "so step as
"What are you doing, loser...?" "Avoiding you. Did you think I'd stay still when you threw your hands at me?" Einer replied, didn't look afraid. But that calm answer made Chris' eyes bulge with anger. "What did you say? How dare you say that?" Chris tried to hit Einer again, but this time Einer was able to hold him back. "It turns out that we're just as strong, but why have I always kept quiet when you hit me? I was a fool, but now I'll stop." Einer pushed Chris away from him. "Because only a fool does nothing when he is hurt." "Wow... awesome. Did you just experience the 'reborn' phenomenon? You sound like a different person, not like that loser who always keeps his head down." Chris approached Einer. "This doesn't suit you, Einer. Stop acting like a lion. I don't understand where you got the luxury car in front of this building, but do you think that just by sitting in its seat, you can raise your level?" Einer just stared at Chris who was trying to bring him down by mocking h
“Why are you in my room?” “Huh? What’s wrong with you-“ “Why are you in my bed?” Einer did not answer. He was confused by what was happening right now, and why Chelsea was cheering him on like a stranger. What happened when she was sleeping? “Chelsea, listen to me.” “Don’t come any closer!” Einer was petrified for a moment when Chelsea said so, but she could not stay still-she had to explain everything to Chelsea. But when Einer took another step- Prang...! He was rewarded with a glass that shattered after hitting his head. Einer paused for a moment, feeling his head start to hurt and fresh blood flowing past his temple. “Chelsea?” he said, questioning why Chelsea threw the glass at him, but the girl was still acting frantically as if Einer was a danger. “LERIA...! COME HERE QUICKLY!” Einer was even more astonished by what Chelsea was doing. The girl was yelling at Einer as if she was a stranger, even though last night Chelsea herself had told Einer to sleep in