Even in his unconscious state, Zack’s face retained its striking charisma. His chiseled features were defined by high cheekbones and a strong jawline, giving him an air of effortless elegance. The dim light accentuated the flawless contours of his face, making him look powerful and breathtakingly handsome.

Yuna put a blanket over his chest and sat beside him on the bed.

Victor told her she didn't have to look for Zack and could sleep well in her room, but she insisted on nursing him.

Growing up, she lived in a home where love was abundant. Still, she never considered having her own. Because she knew that "to love is to suffer."

"Watching your love suffer from watching their love suffer is extremely torment."

Yuna let out a heavy sigh, reciting the word from her mind.

'If love is a verb, can I at least make it work?'

Her sense of guilt stemmed from emotional attachment, moral responsibility, and the profound respect she held for the vows they had shared. This inner turmoil left her feeling torn between her sense of duty and the reality of their circumstances.

'If only I could begin to empathize with you or understand what you're going through.'

She pressed her head against the bed 'til she didn't notice she fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Zack awoke with a cough, his throat feeling constricted, and his stomach weighing down as if under a heavy barrel. He attempted to push Yuna away, who had fallen into an odd, entangled position around him. Despite his efforts, he lacked the strength. Yuna’s arms were wrapped around Zack’s neck, her head resting on his chest, and her legs tangled with his.

"See? I told you she would be the reason for my untimely death."

Zack's voice sounded faint, trying to be audible in a deep, gruff tone.

Victor shook his head in disbelief as he stared at the woman.

"She looked like a pink rabbit wrapping around a lethal serpent." "Pfft..."

Victor couldn't help but snort with a chuckle when he saw Yuna’s strange sleeping posture.

"I can swear this is an act of mariticide." he mimicked her earlier threat to everyone, including the president.

The contrast between her serious demeanor back then and her comical position now struck him as funny and oddly fitting.

Victor patted her arm gently, but she slept like a log. She did not move one inch. He removed the cover and tried to untangle her legs, which wrapped like an octopus around Zack's leg. But when Zack saw that she was wearing a bias-cut slip nightgown with a tiny spaghetti strap, he suddenly gained the strength to wiggle his body and pull back the blanket.

"You reckless woman, wake up!"

Neither his rage nor Victor's laughter woke her up, so Zack stood slowly and walked to the home office with Victor.

...

She quickly jumped from the bed and went to Zack's home office to find him as soon as she woke up.

As Yuna peered through the open door, her breath caught at the sight of him. Zack stood at his desk, his posture was powerful. The familiar furrow of his brows and the rigid set of his jaw were unmistakable. It was a stark contrast to the vulnerable state she had seen him in just hours earlier. Relief and a strange sense of nostalgia washed over Yuna. At that moment, she felt a pang of unexpected affection for his usual, irritable demeanor, realizing how much she had missed the familiar intensity of his presence.

Yuna was about to leave to prepare breakfast, but the devil spoke at length. She had no choice but to listen to his ridiculous nags.

"How can you be so reckless?"

He scowled, his tone tinged with disdain.

Her silky brown hair tumbled over her puffy eyes and fell curls over her shoulder. In her rose-pink satin nightgown, she had a sweet and cute appearance.

Yuna apologized abruptly and attempted to sneak away, wishing to avoid something.

"Do you have a clear idea of what you're apologizing for and how to avoid doing it in the future?"

She looked back in his direction, blinked, tried to act cute, and asked as she tilted her head with puppy eyes.

"No."

She shook her head.

She quickly thought Zack talked about how she acted carelessly without his permission. And when she looked back on how she behaved around the most prominent individuals, she felt embarrassed.

“I’m talking about your clothes! Change them!” Zack's voice was sharp and demanding.

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Yuna’s eyes flickered with amusement as she realized his anger wasn’t about the events she had been reflecting on. Her lips curved into a cunning smile.

“Don’t worry. Only my husband can touch it,” Yuna teased, her voice laced with playful defiance.

As Zack muttered something in a language she didn’t understand, Yuna quickly slammed the door and ran off, a mischievous grin still on her face.

'Hehehe. I felt energized just seeing Lucifer's son blow a fuse because of me early in the morning.'

Yuna was utterly surprised to see the two people sitting across from one another at the dining table while she was still making food.

One had what appeared to be a black leopard, a ravenous wild animal that was never content with the quantity of food on the table. Another person was a starving fox, who appeared to eat more than what could fit in his stomach.

Yuna broke out in a cold sweat as she looked at the dish she had just made.

'Here we go again on my chaotic morning as the fox wakes up.'

After 10 minutes, Yuna served Victor's fried rice platter with crispy bacon, sausage, and scrambled eggs. Then she sat down carefully, slowly, like cats on hot bricks.

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"Hey!"

Speak of the devil, and Raven lit a fuse.

"Where's mine?"

"Already there, in front."

Yuna's forced smile didn't reach her eyes.

"This is only a bowl of soup."

He objected bitterly with a sullied face like a child pouting his lips.

"That's porridge. You can't eat solid food, or you'll upset your stomach."

Yuna explained calmly.

The last thing she wanted was to raise her voice in front of food.

Victor savored the aroma of the refreshing black mint coffee. The 16oz cup looked so small as he held the cup ear in his right hand and left hand on the coffee dish. Then, expectedly, Zack snatched Victor's meal as he leisurely drank his coffee.

"It's my food."

He pulled the plate back to his side.

Yuna was amazed by Victor's lightning-like movement as he quickly reached for the plate without spilling the coffee.

"You had your full meal daily while I was in a coma for three days." "I'm too hungry to eat this soup alone."

Zack pulled the plate back.

'For the love of God! These two giants are acting like children again, fighting for food.'

Victor's assassin training and Zack's rapid hand movements as a computer whiz were often showcased when they fought for food.

"If you don't want to sleep forever, let go of this plate."

Victor took the plate back.

Yuna vividly saw two cats in their aura. They had frequent disagreements over little issues. As a result, her day wouldn't be all that boring.

Yuna squinted her eyes and clenched her teeth, but she still managed to squeeze a bright smile and spoke calmly.

"That's porridge."

Zack looked at her, his eyes glazed with wetness.

She was close to losing her grip on how far Zack could act for food.

She got up from her chair, gave Zack's hand a light slap, and sat beside him. After jabbing the spoon into the porridge bowl and forcing it into his mouth, she smoothly pushed Victor's meal.

"If you eat this, I will make your favorite meal tomorrow."

In front of the food, Yuna has a patient of a saint.

"Well. Your offer is quite tempting. I want a typical Japanese meal with kremes as dessert."

While rolling his eyes at Victor, he opened his mouth.

"Only for me!"

He emphasized the word as he gulped down his porridge.

The taste didn't disappoint Zack as much as he had anticipated. He thought the only ingredient in porridge was oats.

Yuna's dish was called Dakjuk, a rice-based chicken porridge made according to Korean custom.

Zack never had a family or someone by his side anytime he was sick, so he didn't know. He wouldn't tell them, either, because he was certain their wishes would be for his death rather than his good health. Oatmeal and cereal were the only things Zack ate as a child to live; thus he loathed them.

"Ahem."

As they settled down, Zack's doctor coughed to draw their attention. He was reluctant and nervous about announcing his arrival.

The doctor couldn't believe the two most feared and cunning figures known for their ruthless nature engaged in a surprisingly mundane struggle over food.

Yuna's hand halted with the spoon halfway to his lips.

She got up and set up the doctor's chair.

“Please, take a seat and join us for breakfast,” she said warmly, her tone inviting despite the chaotic atmosphere around them.

“Thank you, but I don’t eat breakfast,” the doctor replied firmly, waving his hand to decline the offer.

"Okay. You may leave. As you can see, I am still alive."

Zack spoke with a hostile tone and gaze.

...

As the doctor drove away from the villa, he let out a sigh of relief, the excessive drumming in his chest gradually easing.

Instead of wondering why Zack was up on his feet again after only three days, when he was confident the poison he drank was lethal, the doctor was relieved that he got out of their house alive without arousing suspicions that he was somehow involved in Lucas's scheme.

The doctor had crafted the poison to be both tasteless and odorless, designed to inflict a slow and agonizing paralysis. The victim would remain fully conscious but unable to move or speak, with death inevitably occurring within days without an antidote.

The plan was executed with precision: the poison was secretly added to a bottle of water in Zack's fridge at the Avere Group office the day during the incident. They had meticulously calculated the poison's onset to ensure it would take effect just as Zack arrived at the restaurant.

His hands couldn't stop trembling as they rested on the steering wheel.

'Shit! I don't know if the lunatic Lucas will leave me unharmed, knowing the assassination of his son failed again. But nobody does as close as what I achieve, though, so he knew he could count on me the most.'

The doctor was careful as he drove, comforting himself to stay hopeful. However, he had no idea that people were waiting for his car beneath the corridor he would pass on his route.

...

Victor entered Zack's office in Avere group, grasping a phone and looking closely at the screen while scowling and biting his lower lip, exposing his dimple.

"Going to have to knuckle down for the new product, huh?"

Victor grinned wryly, mocking Zack as he was busy with his computer, designing a new product.

"Whose fault is this, exactly? Launching a new product in two weeks, I need to burn the candle on both ends."

He groaned from a headache.

How could he make an unprecedented matter feasible?

"C'mon, don't act like you were not the one accumulating benefits on her witted mind. You should be thanking her, though."

Victor sat on the couch, his legs crossed, staring at his phone.

"Do you even know the word thank you?"

Zack scoffed and swiftly continued typing on his keyboard.

"I know the word, but it has no use for me since I am not the specific person who remains breathing due to someone else's pity."

Victor's criticism got Zack hot under the collar. However, his lethal glare gradually became distraught, leaving Victor perplexed.

"What do you believe to be the reason behind her action?"

"Are you asking about human nature, reason, or our kind?"

"Forget it. As if something useful is in your brain."

Zack said it sarcastically, with a frown.

Our kind doesn't even deserve even a little compassion. I know she chose her horse to ride.

"What's the latest on the tracker you planted on the scumbag doctor?"

"Your suspicion was right. The doctor was taken by people even our organization didn't know and brought to an unidentified place."

"How many hours since they left the country the tracker stopped?"

"147 hours and 27 minutes."

"Okay."

"Would you mind explaining why we must keep tracking selective people?"

Zack gave him a dubious look, but he did not respond to his question.