Dylan was standing in the kitchen preparing food. He couldn’t feed Lola porridge again when she woke up later.
She was already thin, and she was even more weakened because she was injured.
So he had to make nutritious food, but when he tried to do it, he realized that he didn’t know how to make many dishes.
He should have learned to cook in advance if he had known this would happen.
“You pathetic bastard!”
Dylan cursed himself because he looked so pathetic.
Lola knew all the foods he liked inside and out.
On the other hand, he didn’t know what she liked and what she enjoyed eating, so he was utterly pathetic.
After thinking for a while, Dylan decided to make ginseng chicken soup.
He vividly remembered his mother making ginseng chicken soup for him and Gia when they were weak or had no energy, telling them to nourish their bodies.
Dylan took out his cell phone from his training pants pocket and started searching for the ingredients needed for ginseng chicken soup.
Then he opened the refrigerator door and carefully checked what was inside.
He intended to go to the supermarket to buy the missing ingredients. He even made a note of what to buy in case he forgot anything.
Only then did Dylan leave the kitchen with a peaceful face and walk through the living room to the front door.
*****
The sunlight pouring in through the glass window was warm. When she woke up, the seat next to her was empty.
Lola felt like she had slept for quite a long time.
“But where’s Dylan?”
Even though she thought that Dylan might have gone to work, and she took it for granted, Lola felt empty for no reason.
‘It’s because I’m sick.’
That’s why she wanted to rely on him even more.
It was the first time she had been taken care of by someone, and she didn’t know that the feeling would be so heartwarming and overwhelming.
She had lived in other people’s houses since she was a child and had to be careful not to offend them, so she couldn’t even say she was sick and had to live quietly, so she might have felt that way even more.
Lola got up, put on a cardigan, and left the bedroom with her cell phone in her hand.
“Dear. Dear.” Lola called Dylan just in case as she went down the stairs.
She called several more times, but there was no response.
The emptiness floating in the large, deserted house seemed even more vivid today, so she kept feeling empty inside, but then she heard a clattering sound from over there.
Lola’s footsteps slowly moved towards the sound.
Soon, Lola’s eyes widened as big as saucers as she stopped in front of the kitchen.
“Dear.”
Dylan turned his head when Lola called him.
“When did you wake up?”
“What are you doing here?” Lola asked a question that wasn’t an answer and looked around the kitchen. The kitchen was full of tools and ingredients needed to make food.
“What else? I’m making food.”
“You know how to cook too?”
“A little.”
Lola’s face, with her eyes wide and her mouth open, clearly showed a look of wonder.
“Why are you so surprised? Is it the first time you’ve seen a man cooking?”
“It’s the first time I’ve seen you cooking.”
“Oh my! I need to reflect a lot.”
“Reflect? Why?”
“You said it’s the first time you’ve seen me cooking. I’ve only eaten the food you’ve made for me so far, and I don’t remember ever making food for you.”
Lola smiled gently.
“Actually, I didn’t even know you could cook. There’s nothing you can’t do. I think you’re really a genius.”
“I’ll make it for you often from now on.”
And Dylan turned around and started making ginseng chicken soup. Lola was so happy that she couldn’t close her mouth.
At that time, the cell phone in her hand vibrated and a text message came in, so Lola lowered her gaze.
Soon after, Lola’s brow furrowed slightly as she checked the message.
-Hello, Ms. Lola. I am Amaya Declan’s husband. I heard that Amaya assaulted you. I would like to meet you and discuss the details. I will be waiting for your call when you have time.
“Hello, this is Amaya’s husband, Ms. Lola. I heard Amaya assaulted you. I’d like to meet and discuss the details. I’ll be waiting for your reply as to when you’re available.”
“What is it?”
Dylan asked, turning to Lola. Lola hesitated, looking awkward.
“Looks like a text. Give it here.”
Dylan, who had become very sensitive since Lola’s injury, gestured with his chin at the phone in her hand. Lola hesitated slightly before handing the phone to Dylan, replying,
“It’s a text from Amaya’s husband.”
“Amaya? That crazy bitch who assaulted you?”
Lola nodded slightly.
A cold sneer flashed across Dylan’s face as he scanned the message from Amaya’s husband.
“I knew it. These shameless people!”
Dylan continued to mutter to himself, his face contorted in a frown.
“He’s probably going to ask for a settlement and request that we submit a letter of no prosecution to the police. That way, the right to prosecute the assault charge disappears. Tell him to dream on.”
Dylan composed a message on Lola’s phone and sent it.
He wanted to hear why that guy wanted to meet and what kind of nonsense he was going to spout.
[I’d like to meet at Happy Coffee Shop near the hospital tomorrow. Time: 11 AM tomorrow.]
Watching Dylan diligently move his fingers while holding the phone, Lola realized it even more acutely then.
Ah, if I live with this man, I won’t be looked down upon by anyone.
Even if something like that happens, I feel like this man would do anything for me.
Then, a strange sense of relief washed over her, and Lola couldn’t help but feel so reassured.
