Chapter 107.
<strong>Chapter 107. Halfway through Winter Break. (2/3)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">“You look like you’re thinking about something. Was there anything else you were worried about?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, you could say that, but I suppose I’ve got a n to deal with it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you concerned about what might happen in the near future when you return to school?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. But I have a way to get around it if my worriese to fruition.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Students transferring in?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Exactly.” She saw through precisely what I was concerned about.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it’s not like people know where the picture was taken. I think you should be fine.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But the problem is that idiot put ‘son-inw’ in that caption. Some people might infer that I might be attending school wherever his daughter is attending. Does anyone know where his daughter attends school?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah. That is certainly true. That information isn’t hard toe by.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m convinced now. He did it on purpose. Your husband just wanted to cause trouble for me by adding that into the caption. Because he knew his daughter would be pissed at him for his little ‘prank,’ he definitely wanted to make trouble for me in return but didn’t want to do it himself to further anger his daughter.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well… it’s hard for me to refute that. He is a bit petty… no… sorry, extremely petty. You drawing blood from him and ruining his spotless record of never having spilled his own blood… I could see that happening.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No... no… you’re greatly underestimating your husband. I’m sure if he truly wanted to at that time, he could have avoided it cleanly. What he’s actually being petty about here is that I didn’t introduce myself to you two before I proposed to her so he let me cut him with this exact reasoning in mind.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh! Indeed, now that you mention it, that does sound exactly like something he would do. He would definitely be willing to be that petty to cause trouble for you for that sort of reason. I’m impressed, you even saw through my husband’s true intent on this matter.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m quite a petty person as well. Do you care if I find some way to make your husband suffer horribly in the future?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not at all. Please do, you would be doing me a great favor as well. I’d love to see him troubled for once.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I may have said that, but I honestly had no idea how one would make an assassin suffer horribly.
<span style="font-weight:400">Would strapping him down to a table and forcing him to watch all the seasons of Teletubbies on repeat for a month without any sleep make an assassin suffer horribly?
<span style="font-weight:400">Well, I’ll think of somethingter on. Even if it takes years, I’ll be sure to patiently wait for an opportunity. If I have to wait until he reaches the age of retirement where he is past his prime, then so be it, I will.
<span style="font-weight:400">“By the way how long have I been in the hospital?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s only been a day, it’s Sunday right now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So it’s my day off.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You still have a week off for your winter break.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. Hopefully, it passes in peace, at least until school starts.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I suppose I should take my leave now. My daughter should be here soon. I texted her your location when you woke up.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh. Uh, then… thank you for visiting me. It was nice to meet you.” I didn’t really know what you were supposed to say in this sort of situation. I’d never been admitted to a hospital for anything before and had someone pay me a visit before. Not that there would have ever been anyone to pay me a visit even if I had been admitted to one.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I should be the one thanking you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She approached the side of my bed, leaned forward, then ced her hand on the back of my head and pulled my face toward her.
<span style="font-weight:400">She gave me a kiss on the forehead then said, “Thank you for taking good care of my daughter. I hope you continue to do so in the future, my future son-inw.” While she said that she hugged my head, pressing it up against her bosom.
<span style="font-weight:400">Hugged by her in this fashion my body rxed. The scent enjoyed from her body was one that put you at ease, it made you lower your guard down. I suppose for an assassin, her scent was ideal. She had a gentle aura around her. Weren’t assassins supposed to be cold-blooded killers? What’s with this? I guess they only showed that side of them when they actually killed someone.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her chest was quite soft, so much so, I nearly dozed off while she held me up against it. She startedbing through my hair with her fingers. After having nearly just died, having this sort of thing done to me put me at ease.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You really are quite cute, I can’t help but want to dote on my future son-inw. Hmph! If my husband tries to pick a fight with you in the future, just make sure to call me, okay? I’ve already saved my number in your phone and gotten yours by texting myself from it. Don’t be afraid to keep in touch with your future mother-inw. I’ll definitely keep that stupid husband away from you so you can enjoy your normal peaceful life. Your mother-inw will be your ally no matter what.”
<span style="font-weight:400">While we remained in this position, I closed my eyes and said, “Thanks.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Without realizing it, I really fell asleep in her bosom.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ran!” When I next awoke, it was by the sound of someone calling out my name.
<span style="font-weight:400">I sat up in a panic when I heard Rosa’s anxious voice. I’d been lying down on the bed asleep. Rosa’s mother was gone, only Rosa was in front of me. As soon as she saw me, she jumped onto the bed and hugged me tightly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re okay, right! You’re really okay!” She sounded hysterical and wrought with anxiety.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m fine. It wasn’t a big deal. I just lost a little blood and needed a transfusion, that’s all.” I ced my hand on her back and weakly hugged her in return. I wasn’t at full strength by any means and my hand still hurt a bit. It would probably be another day before I’d regain my strength. They’d administered painkillers to numb the pain from what I could tell.
<span style="font-weight:400">The knife hadn’t been too big. It was a rather long and slender one, so the cut wasn’t too awful, thankfully. It seems I’d been taken to the most talented surgeon Rosa’s father could find in the city on such short notice. It had been patched up very quickly to avoid any permanent damage. Rosa’s father had also administered some emergency treatment himself while I was unconscious to close the wound after he stopped the bleeding.
<span style="font-weight:400">I only found out all this through Rosa who was currently crying while incoherently informing me of all this through her tears.
<span style="font-weight:400">Seeing her in this sort of state, trembling, showing such a vulnerable weak side to me, I didn’t know how to feel. I suppose I felt bad for making her worry so much. When was thest time someone worried about me to the point they cried? I didn’t remember.
<span style="font-weight:400">An assassin was crying for me? Wasn’t this too weird? It was a surreal sort of feeling. This girl was shedding an endless stream of tears in front of me for the first time. She’d never once bawled her eyes out like this before.
<span style="font-weight:400">When she eventually finished her incoherent exnation of everything that happened she finally said, “I was worried to death, you idiot! Don’t go and die on me out of nowhere! I will never forgive you if you do!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry… for worrying you so much.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If you’re going to die, at least take me with you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh, please don’t do something like that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why not?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What if we had children at that point in time? Take care of your children properly.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But-”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No buts.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I pushed her back a bit then brought my face close to hers and allowed our lips to touch. It could hardly be called a kiss, as we just sat in that position with our eyes shut without moving our lips. The warmth transmitted to me through her lips and cheek was enough to reassure me that I was still alive and not dead. It was likely the same for her.
<span style="font-weight:400">We sat there for a minute listening to each other breathing in silence, her disorderly breaths gradually grew steady to match my own as her anxious heart finally calmed down. When she’d returned to her normalposed self, I pulled away from her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re just going to tease me like that and run away?” Out of the blue, she said that and caught me off guard. She pushed my back onto the bed and delivered an intense kiss without holding anything back.
<span style="font-weight:400">Pinned to the bed, there wasn’t much else I could do other than ept it. I did try to reach for the button at the side to call for help, but she grabbed my hand to stop me.
<span style="font-weight:400">I’m injured, you know! Injured! Please cut me some ck here!
<span style="font-weight:400">“I won’t mmm~ let you mmmmmm~ call for help mchu~ after worrying me nnnnn~ so much.” In between kissing me, she let those words out.
<span style="font-weight:400">In other words, ‘I won’t let you off so easily.’
<span style="font-weight:400">It wasn’t until twenty minutester that a nurse opened the door toe in and check on me did Rosa hop off the bed. She acted like such a good girl when the nurse was present. I pleaded to the nurse to save me with my eyes by getting her to leave, but the nurse had no idea what the look I gave her meant. She was clueless. Useless! Why are you so useless!
<span style="font-weight:400">When the nurse left, a devilish smile bloomed on Rosa’s face as she crawled back onto the bed and resumed where she left off.
<span style="font-weight:400">I wanted to cry.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Doesn’t the thrill of potentially being caught red-handed in the act by someone make it feel even better?” She suddenly asked me with that dangerous smile on her face.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not in the slightest!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Then… what’s this I feel down here?” Her lower body slid down from my abdomen a bit lower and stopped when it came into contact with what she said she felt.