“What’s going on? Why isn’t there a reply?”
He had written a thoughtful response to her message asking, ‘Why do you like me?’
But even after a long time, there was no reply from her.
‘Everything I said was sincere.’
What went wrong?
Or,
“Did she get flustered?”
In that moment, he was curious about her expression.
If she was flustered, her eyes would be darting around, and if she was happy, she would be smiling brightly, and if she was shy, her face would turn pink.
It was quite disappointing not to see it with his own eyes.
The next message came just as he was starting to get tired of waiting.
At first, he thought it would be good to keep the playful banter and messages moderate, but as the number of messages exchanged with her increased, the chat was unintentionally lengthening.
“I’m going crazy!”
He had a mountain of work to do, yet he couldn’t stop chatting.
Some messages were unexpectedly different from what he had anticipated, while others were comforting texts that showed concern for him.
Staring intently at the phone screen, he wore an expression of excitement, and his heart warmed, causing a smile to spread across his face.
Who would have thought that exchanging texts with her would be this enjoyable!
“I’m looking forward to it.”
When they meet later for dinner, he wondered how much she would make him laugh and what kind of actions she would take.
Anticipating Lola’s various expressions, Dylan finally opened the investigation records. With cold eyes scanning the documents, he had transformed back into the sharp prosecutor he was.
It was a night that could intoxicate one with the feast of countless stars adorning the night sky.
Moreover, a cool breeze was gently blowing, making the mood refreshingly pleasant.
Dylan was lying with his head resting on the lap of Lola, who was sitting on a bench. Every time Lola pressed her fingers into his hair and forehead as if giving him a massage, the smile on Dylan’s lips deepened.
He felt good, and the sensation was refreshing.
He had come to the hospital briefly during a late-night shift.
Bringing nutritional food to Professor Xavier, who was hospitalized, was merely an excuse; he wanted to be with Lola, even if just for a moment.
‘What does Lola like?’
Does she like things like cake?
She, too, had stopped by a cake shop on her way to the hospital for her duty and brought a cheese strawberry cake that was rumored to be delicious these days.
Still, everyone has different tastes, and he worried about whether she would like it or if she would say it was bad.
However, as soon as she saw the cake, her eyes sparkled, rendering his worries meaningless.
What a relief.
She didn’t dislike it.
Watching her munch on it with her small mouth, Dylan felt a warm smile spread across his face.
She was so pretty and cute that he wanted to bite her.
In the end, unable to hold back, he said, “Let me have some too,” and stole kisses from her lips several times.
It was sweet.
And it was really delicious.
Even now, the sweet aftertaste lingered.
“Dear.”
Even her voice calling him felt sweet.
“Yeah.”
“That person in the VIP room seems to be a professor. A law school professor? Or a law school professor?”
“He’s a law school professor.”
“Oh.”
I see.
She had thought so, too.
As if confirming her guess, Lola nodded slightly.
“Why?”
“Don’t worry. If the professor receives proper treatment, he can fully recover. I was just worried you might be concerned.”
Seeing Dylan Eve, who usually led a busy life, set everything aside to visit the hospital, it seemed that Xavier was an important person to him.
She reassured him, just in case he might worry.
“I’m not worried at all.”
There was no trace of concern in his voice.
“You’re the professor’s attending physician.”
That was true.
But?
“I trust you, Miss Lola.”
Feeling good from his absolute trust in her, Lola chuckled softly.
‘Why is this man acting like this these days?’
He only chose pretty words to say.
And that made her flutter and feel light, not knowing what to do with her happiness.
It had been like that earlier, too.
Even though he must have been very busy working all night, he had brought cake for her, who was on duty.
The strawberry cake was delicious.
Perhaps it was even sweeter and tastier because he had bought it for her.
A little while later, as Lola gently massaged Dylan’s head, she asked,
“Dear, did you suddenly get a lot of work?”
Rather than having a lot of work, he was actually busy managing his schedule to greet her parents as soon as possible.
