As it became completely bright, Dylan, who had woken up from a short nap, first touched her forehead.
He was relieved that the fever seemed to have gone down.
Lola barely opened her eyes at the touch on her forehead. As a handsome but somewhat tired-looking face came into her blurry vision, Lola opened her cracked lips.
“Dear.”
“I’m glad the fever went down.”
As Dylan got up, Lola tried to get up as well.
Dylan sat on the edge of the bed and stopped her from getting up.
“I’ll make you some porridge, so wait a little.”
Lola urgently grabbed Dylan’s arm and said in a weak voice.
“Dear, I’m okay now. I can be alone. Dear, hurry up and get ready for work. You’ll be late for work.”
Dylan was speechless.
She’s so sick, but she’s worried about me.
Firm words flowed from Dylan’s lips.
“You’re more precious to me right now. So don’t worry about unnecessary things and lie still.”
He meant it.
She almost died, how could he leave her alone when she wasn’t even healthy and go to work? But when Lola heard those words, tears welled up in her eyes and soon began to fall.
‘I didn’t say anything wrong.’
Dylan flinched and wiped away her tears with his fingertips.
“Why again?”
“I don’t know. I’m just crying. I think I’ve become an idiot.”
The suppressed sobs soon turned into loud crying. As if a dam of emotions had burst, Lola buried her face in Dylan’s arms and cried for a long time.
Dylan stroked Lola’s hair until she stopped crying.
A little later, when Lola seemed to have calmed down and was breathing regularly, Dylan opened his mouth.
“I’ll wake you up later, so sleep a little more.”
Dylan laid Lola straight on the bed, tucked her in tightly, and then left the bedroom and headed to the kitchen downstairs.
As if taking care of a sick person wasn’t the first time, Dylan knew what he had to do now.
He busied himself in the kitchen and began to cook porridge with familiar skill.
Finally, when the porridge was finished, Dylan took the plate of porridge and a spoon on a tray, left the kitchen, and went upstairs.
When he returned to the bedroom, Lola was fast asleep.
Dylan first put the tray on the bedside table and then gently shook Lola so as not to startle her.
“Lola.”
“Ugh, Dear.”
“You must have lost a lot of energy from crying earlier, so get up and eat something and sleep.”
Dylan sat her up and supported her back with pillows and cushions. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, holding a plate of porridge in one hand and a spoon in the other.
“Dear, I can eat by myself.”
Lola said anxiously, surprised to see Dylan blowing on a spoonful of porridge to cool it down.
“Lola, when I feed you, you just have to accept it.”
Dylan brought the spoon to her lips, urging Lola, who was at a loss as to what to do.
“Come on! Let’s eat quickly.”
Lola, who was not used to being cared for by others, naturally hesitated.
Dylan said jokingly, as if exaggerating.
“My arm is going to fall off.”
At this point, Lola had no choice but to accept the porridge he was feeding her. Only then did Dylan’s lips curve languidly as if he was satisfied.
“Eat a little more, even if it doesn’t taste good.”
Dylan spoke kindly, as if coaxing and cajoling a child who doesn’t eat well, and put another spoonful of porridge into her mouth.
Seeing Dylan trying so hard to feed her even a little more, Lola was overwhelmed with emotion and her eyes grew hot.
Tears that had gathered to the point where they could no longer hold back from her eyes rolled down her cheeks. Seeing her trembling slightly and sniffling, Dylan once again couldn’t hide his embarrassment.
“Why are you crying this time?”
A sigh-like murmur flowed from Dylan’s lips.
Lola sniffled and said haltingly.
“I, I’m crying because you are feeding me… I’m happy.”
“Oh, it’s because you are feeding me… I’m crying because I’m happy.”
Dylan placed the porridge plate on the bedside table, pulled her into his arms, and stroked her hair.
“You’re not a crybaby, but you cry at the drop of a hat now.”
Lola crying in front of him wasn’t a rare occurrence anymore, but Dylan still couldn’t get used to it.
Every time she cried, he often felt like he was the bad guy who made her cry, and his heart ached.
Lola buried her face in Dylan’s chest, quietly feeling his warm body temperature and gentle touch.
And how long had it been?
Dylan picked up the porridge plate again and fed her a few more spoonfuls.
“Let’s eat a little more. So you can get better quickly, right?”
“I can’t eat anymore.”
“Just one more spoonful.” But one spoonful became two, then three, and soon Dylan had fed her the entire plate of porridge.
“Good girl.”
Seeing the empty porridge plate, Dylan was very satisfied and lightly kissed her forehead as if giving her a reward.
“Let’s sleep a little more together. I didn’t sleep properly either.”
After putting the porridge plate aside, Dylan climbed onto the bed and lay down, pulling her into his arms.
Lola burrowed into his arms as if it were a habit. Dylan stroked her hair and said quietly.
“I was scared too. I wasn’t in my right mind when I heard you were hurt.”
He couldn’t even remember what state of mind he was in yesterday when he drove home.
