Is Lola sick?
Did I push her too hard yesterday?
Plus, this morning, I had been overly playful, leaving her exhausted.
Had he tormented her too much?
For a moment, Dylan blamed himself.
Originally, he was supposed to meet her in the evening, but Gia’s words made him change his mind.
He thought it would be better to check on her condition with his own eyes, so he quickly sent Lola a text.
[Let’s meet for lunch and eat together.]
******
Lunchtime.
As soon as Lola got into the passenger seat, Dylan reached out and touched her forehead. Then he touched his own forehead and muttered softly.
“No fever.”
She looked fine.
Lola, who had no idea what was going on, found Dylan’s actions puzzling.
After blinking a couple of times, Lola fastened her seatbelt and asked cautiously.
“But, Dear, weren’t we supposed to meet in the evening?”
“Why? Can’t we meet for lunch too?”
“Oh, no. It’s not that.”
“You don’t seem to want to see my face often.”
When Lola looked at him with a hurt expression, Dylan added.
“You look like you’re not too happy to see me.”
“No, I really like seeing your face often.”
Lola earnestly gestured to emphasize her point. Dylan’s eyes softened.
“There’s no need to emphasize it that much. I understood you well, so I won’t misunderstand.”
Only after seeing the smile lingering on his lips did Lola realize she had once again fallen into his playful trap.
‘This man seems to find it amusing to tease me these days.’
Swallowing her complaints that were about to spill out, Lola turned her gaze out the window.
After confirming Lola was in good condition, Dylan finally relaxed the tension he had felt all morning.
He was relieved that she wasn’t sick.
Still, he thought he should treat her to something delicious to help her recover, so he started the car.
******
‘Why a Bestie restaurant?’
When Dylan took Lola to a Bestie restaurant, she initially thought he enjoyed eating it.
And considering the hot weather lately, she figured he might be craving it.
However, after the food arrived, he barely took a few spoonfuls.
Lola, puzzled, asked.
“Dear, is the Bestie not good?”
It couldn’t be that bad.
The restaurant was bustling with customers, and the tables were full.
From Lola’s experience, it wasn’t inedible.
So then…?
“Dear, do you not like Bestie?”
“Yeah. Not really.”
If he didn’t enjoy it, then why did he come here?
Lola wore a confused expression, unable to understand Dylan’s behavior.
“Then why did you come here?”
“To bring you here.”
“…….”
“I thought you looked a bit weak, so I brought you to help you recover.”
This was the first time she had heard someone say she looked weak.
She didn’t know what basis he had for saying that, but Lola couldn’t accept his words.
He had touched her forehead earlier; did she look sick?
Lola felt that he might have misunderstood something about her and strongly protested.
“Dear, I’m perfectly healthy.”
“Then that’s good. Eat quickly.”
“…….”
“Oh, and you don’t have to go try on the wedding dress tomorrow. Tomorrow isn’t the only day. You can just reschedule for another day.”
For some reason, he was treating her like a sick person even though she was perfectly fine.
Lola tried to correct his misunderstanding, but Dylan quickly added a brief explanation.
“I mean, there’s no need to overdo it. It would be better to go when you’re feeling good, right?”
Dylan said this out of concern for her health.
He was worried that he might have pushed her too hard yesterday, even though it was their first time.
However, Lola, who had no idea about Dylan’s true feelings, was just flabbergasted by his words.
No, when he was sulking because she had canceled their plans, what kind of nonsense was he saying now?
She had even taken a day off because of that!
If this continued, she might actually get sick, and without realizing it, Lola protested vehemently.
“No! I’ll go and get it done tomorrow.”
With her fists clenched, she shot back.
“As long as you don’t bother me!”
“As long as you don’t torment me, it’s fine.”
What did I just say?
Lola realized a moment too late that her mouth had gotten her into trouble and bit her lip in regret.
And perhaps because her voice had been too loud, she felt the curious glances of those sitting nearby.
Oh no, what should I do?
Unable to meet Dylan’s gaze directly, Lola buried her head deep down.
Dylan quietly observed Lola for a moment before suddenly standing up and moving to sit next to her.
“How have I tormented you?”
She felt a presence beside her, and a dangerous whisper tickled her earlobe.
Lola’s head sank even lower.
