The maid trooped in as soon as I rang the little bell, and I started to get undressed.
While I was getting undressed, a few of the maids went to heat up the water to the right temperature.
And while this was going on, while I was meticulously being attended to, I replayed Min-Cheol's reaction repeatedly, the way he had looked at me before leaving, like something had changed. Like I had lit a fire in him.
"An obsession redirected," I whispered under my breath, closing my eyes. "What have I done?"
Why did I have to bring it up like that?
For Min-Cheol, who was already obsessed, just how much deeper could his obsession run?
The thought made my chest tighten, but at the same time, there was an odd warmth lingering where his lips had brushed my head. I shook it off quickly, submerging myself deeper, as if the water could wash away the feeling, and this worried May and April.
