My Sugar And Your Spice

Meanwhile, the nurse also left after keeping away the utensils, and silence fell over the room; she could hear only Leo's shallow breathing.

It made Amelie uncomfortable that Leo was holding her hand, and she tried to pry his fingers apart, but when she just tried to remove one finger, the man on the bed exerted more force and practically dragged her toward him.

As a result, she lost her balance and almost toppled on top of him. If she hadn't used her other hand to support herself at the very last moment, she would have fallen directly on him, aggravating his injuries.

She inhaled sharply, didn't dare to move a muscle, and maintained that awkward position for a while before she slowly but surely retreated into the chair by the hospital bed.

It had been an eventful day for her, and drowsiness crashed into her the moment she sat down. Eventually, she supported her chin with her palm and wriggled about on the chair to shift into a comfortable position before closing her eyes slowly. The next time she opened her eyes, she was greeted by sunlight shining through the hospital windows.

She immediately startled awake and noticed that she was sleeping on the bed, with a blanket cocooning her. For a moment, she didn't know what was going on as she stared at the blanket blankly until the light smell of cigarettes wafted up her nostrils, reminding her that she was far from alone and that this was Leo's ward.

He was the one sleeping on the bed earlier. So, where is he? she wondered, sitting up and scanning the room for him. A few seconds later, she found him on the balcony with his back facing her.

Although his silhouette looked straight-backed as per usual, he seemed to have lost more weight within these two years. He propped himself against the railing with his arm, and she noticed a cigarette sandwiched between his slender fingers. The wispy smoke traveled up the air with the morning breeze, and the whole scene somehow exuded a sense of abject loneliness.

Maybe he was worried that he would awaken her, he even specially closed the balcony door, but the stubborn cigarette smoke still seeped in through the gaps.

Amelie fanned her nose as she wasn't used to the nicotine smell. Leo turned around right then as though he could see what was happening behind his back, and their eyes met.

His eyes were as cold and dark as usual, they also held no trace of any emotions, but they seemed to show a little concern when he saw her actions. So, he put out the cigarette in the ashtray he was holding. Then, he set it aside and brushed any remaining soot on himself before opening the door and stepping in.

"Did you just wake up?" he asked in a firm but cold voice.

she answered, unwittingly turning to the ashtray that was reflecting the light outside the window. "You're still injured. It's better to avoid smoking

received no answer from him, she realized that she had crossed the line and was about to apologize when he said hoarsely, "When are you returning? It's too inconvenient to buy another ticket, and Bria is definitely anxiously waiting for your return. You

she rejected his offer after wearing her shoes. "Even if it's for Bria's sake, please take care of your own health." Then, she tucked her hair

That was because the instant she arrived at the airport, she was informed that there was a sandstorm in Lumaria, the country where she was currently residing, and the only flight there had been canceled. She was also gently advised to find a hotel to wait it out as there wouldn't be a flight back until they were sure

spot as she stared at the noticeboard that flashed the word 'Cancelled' in bright red lights. She immediately felt

couldn't tell her the exact

reminding her that she had been away from home for longer than planned, she couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Unfortunately, it didn't matter how frustrated she felt, as it wouldn't help her situation. Hence, she could only wait at the airport for the latest news regarding her departure, and this waiting

was utterly torturous and mind-numbingly dull. As a result, she kept yawning, but she persisted in her efforts as she grabbed a magazine and flipped through it, trying to stay awake.

at the airport entrance far away, Eugene was following a gorgeous

why are you catching a

a private plane a long time ago. Regardless, it came with a strict requirement as it had to take two tests to ensure that it was up to par. Fortunately, the final test for this year had just been

to go to this airport instead of taking their own private plane.

usual seriousness and aloofness, and his lips were pursed together tightly as he remained stonily silent. Nonetheless, Eugene had been serving as his personal assistant for years, so he

Earth is he looking for?

he darted his eyes around before they finally landed on a lean figure nearby that was sleeping

Eugene recognized the woman, the situation became clear to him. Now

the morning, Leo had been paying attention to weather reports—only the ones about foreign countries—and after listening to them, he announced that he wanted to

Miss Dillon is genuine, Eugene thought. Why didn't he ask her to stay if he was so worried about her? Eugene frankly couldn't figure out what Leo was trying to do, and he sighed when he saw Amelie fast asleep, completely unaware of her surroundings. The magazine that she was perusing had even fallen to the floor. How could she be so careless? Isn't she

when Eugene thought that Leo would head over to her and wake her up, he spun around and went to the reception instead. "I would like to have a blanket."

…

a pair of eyes were fixed on her, and she had nowhere to run or learn whose eyes they were. Her dream was a

from the cold. She desperately ran around as she wanted to find a place to hide from the wind, but there was nothing to shelter her as the winds ravaged the desert, blowing coarse sand against her face.

couldn't bear the cold any longer, a ball of fire appeared nearby, and she ran toward it to find that the flaming ball was burning brightly, and there