A young woman finds herself drawn to another man, unaware that the possessive mafia figure who raised her as a brother is watching every move. As his jealousy surfaces, the line between family loyalty and forbidden desire begins to blur, and the man who swore to protect her may be the one she can't escape.
Only then did I realize how cold my hands and feet were. I hadn't used a blanket. The air conditioning had been running all night, and I'd been asleep in only thin He carried me back to my room, tucked me in, and sat beside the bed, staring at me.
Finally, he brushed the back of his hand against my cold cheek. His voice softened. What if you get sick? It's already eleven.
Why are you still up? I tried to get out of his arms, but he only held me tighter. Alright, don't be upset. I promise I'll be home by 9.30 from now on. You don't have to rush back.
Why would you say that? You sound like you're mad at me. I wasn't mad. I didn't have the right to be anymore. In the end, Daniel didn't eat his dinner. He helped me get ready for bed, then tucked me After all that, he didn't leave. He stood by my bed as if waiting for something.
Seeing that I had no reaction, he leaned towards my forehead. I flinched and tried to push him away. What are you doing? Since when do you go to sleep without a goodnight kiss?
No, I don't need one now, and I never will. His expression darkened. So this is your way of punishing me? Very mature. Fine. Only if I care.
He shut the door harder than usual. For Daniel, that was as good as losing his temper. Over the next few days, I proved through my actions that I really wasn't angry. I stopped clinging to him or asking who he was having dinner with.
I even started serving food onto his plate. You've been such an angel lately.