After yesterday's event, I woke up somewhat late. Once I washed up and went downstairs, I saw that Nicky was ready to go out.
"Wait for me."
I drank the juice from the table, grabbed a sandwich, and went out with Nicky.
She was still as gentle and refined as before as if everything was peaceful. Even when she had injuries on her hands and forehead, she did not seem to care.
Nicky turned her head and glanced at me, then looked straight ahead. She slowly said, "Actually, there's no need for you to hurry. I can get a cab."
I smiled at her, and after I got into the car with her, I said, "If I go any later, I'll be late for work. Even I can’t break the rules."
I had always been disciplined, so I naturally would not be late nor leave early because of my identity. One had to abide by some rules. Plus, I did not want Theo to be placed in a difficult spot because of me.
Nicky responded to me lightly and no longer said anything else. I glanced at the wounds on her forehead and arm. Seeing that the gauze on her forehead had been changed and medicine had been applied on her hands, I felt more relieved.
As soon as we arrived at Grant Corporation, I received a text from Theo. He had found out about Nicky's birthday, and it was just after the film festival.
It was perfect.
I sat on my seat with a big smile on my face and started the day.
Since the film festival was approaching, everyone was working hard and throwing themselves into work. Even Theo worked overtime until late tonight.
I was sitting on the sofa, waiting for him to come back, but I fell asleep unknowingly. When I woke up, I discovered that I was already in bed.
There was the sound of water flowing coming from the bathroom. If he was just taking a bath, it probably had not been long since he came home. I just stayed on the bed with my eyes closed and waited for him to come out.
The sound of water running stopped, and after a short while, a whiff of fragrance assaulted my nostrils. I rolled over to hug him and opened my eyes with a smile.
Theo looked at me dotingly and scratched my nose. "When did you wake up?"
"Not long ago. You must be tired. Why don't I give you a massage?"
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