Fanny didn't tell him that she still only had a rough idea of ​​the layout of the mansion.

When he was gone, however, she stood there staring at the opposite door, hesitant.


Somehow, she felt strange walking into Michel's private bedroom, even though she had been with him and had taken care of him for four days straight.

Pushing herself and taking a deep breath, she slowly lowered the doorknob and entered.

If she thinks her room is big, this space is like a studio apartment.


To one side, there's a lovely seating area with beautifully curved bookshelves that probably hold hundreds of books on either side of the currently lit fireplace, giving the room a soft glow. Another wall has a giant flat-screen TV with a shelf below it.

The space also has huge French glass doors with thick silk curtains with a large balcony right behind.


It's all decked out in gorgeous but expensive and rich fabrics, giving it a majestic yet laid-back vibe.

When Fanny glanced to the other side of the room, she immediately spotted her patient lying in the middle of his large four-poster bed, IV tubes still connected to his.

Then she stepped closer and looked at Michel.

Even though they covered him with blankets, she could still see that they changed his clothes because he was wearing a white t-shirt now.

His skin tone looks healthier and when she checks on his health, she's confident they've improved a lot, too.

Fanny breathed a sigh of relief and studied her patient once more.

She's been doing this a lot over the past few days but for some reason, she just can't stop.

There was just something about Michel that intrigued her. Does the fact that she's heard so much about him and the world around him, but never actually seen him in motion make her like this?

Or would she still feel the same way if he were one of her patients at the hospital?

As she was about to turn around and finally return to her room, thinking she'd be back in a few hours to check on him again, she heard the change.

And before she knew what was going on, if those sounds were indeed coming from Michel, she was suddenly faced with two bloodshot but wide eyes that had locked her in place.

"Who are you?"

Fanny panicked at the tone of his voice and began to tremble, her chin trembling and tears forming at the corners of her eyes. Michel looked ferocious, eyes widening and glaring at her for more and more time.

She felt like she was frozen.

She couldn't explain it, but she couldn't move or answer him.

This, however, seemed to frustrate Michel as he got out of bed, visibly wincing as if he was only now noticing the tubes connected to his left arm.

As if it were nothing, he pulled them out with a cold face and flipped the blanket over his body, resolutely getting up from the bed.

Fanny swallowed.

Oh my god, he's going to kill her.

Where does he get his strength from? Now he looks so different that he's awake.

Much taller, muscular, and much tougher than when he slept.

As if he were a completely different person.

Definitely not like someone who was on the verge of death just a few days ago.

"Why do you not answer me?" Michel suddenly shouted at her as he bared his teeth at her.

Fanny tries to stay away from him, but he doesn't give her a chance. Grabbing her arm, Michel held her still. He won't let her go anywhere.

She whimpered in pain as a heavy breath filled the room.

Fanny lowered her head, her hair falling like a curtain around her, shielding her face from his.

When Michel wanted to pull her closer, she resisted and tried to turn away.

But he just squeezed her tiny wrist, knowing he was probably hurting her when she grimaced at him telling him so.

Michel let her go and took a step back, but as soon as he did, Fanny ran straight for the door.

Although he already knew she was going to do it, so he reached into a nearby vase, pulled out his gun, and pointed it at her.

"If you take one more step, I'll shoot you."

Fanny stopped. Her body was shaking violently and he knew it was from fear.

What she didn't know, however, was that Michel was harboring fear. He let out a laugh, there was nothing evil about this sound.

She stood still but didn't run for her life.

"Turn around."

She did not turn her head. Red-hot anger spread throughout Michel's body.

No one dared to ignore him. Well, this girl...

"I said come back," Michel shouted behind her.

Fanny jumped again, but this time she turned quickly.

She looked down, which annoyed him. He wanted to see her face.

Who is she? And what was she doing here? For what purpose? Judging from her appearance, she doesn't belong in a place like this. Not in a Mafia house.

"Look at me," Michel said while his fingers tightened around the gun, waiting for her to do as she was asked.

She took longer than expected which made him think that if she were anyone else, he would shoot her for disobedience.

But he couldn't do that. For some unknown reason, the way she covered her face with her long black hair, looking so childish, made his chest hurt.

He feels confused.

"Look at me," Michel spoke again, this time his voice was lower.

Fanny slowly raised her head and Michel saw deer-like eyes peeking through her hair.

He took a deep breath, involuntarily lowering the gun a little.

Taking a step toward her as she continued to raise her head, he noticed a tiny round nose and then the pinkest and fullest lips he had ever seen. Her face is pale with a heart shape and her eyes are dark brown.

Too naive, Michel immediately thought.

Her eyes are so innocent.

Fanny wrapped her arms around her body, body trembling, silent. She was a small girl but still had soft curves on her beautiful body, making Michel's heart twist at her fragile state.