Today, she was wearing a simple, casual pastel-pink outfit.
On her chest was a print of a little bunny nibbling on a carrot.
Her small face was tucked into the fluffy collar, her tiny nose twitching lightly, her cheeks tinted a soft pink.
She truly looked like a little bunny spirit soft, delicate, and impossibly cute.
It made people want to reach out and touch her.
Captian did exactly that.
Thinking it, he acted on it, gently brushing his fingers over Rosy's face.
Her fair, smooth skin instantly distracted him.
His eyes narrowed, darkening slightly, a faint but unmistakable heat flickering in their depths.
...
Maybe it was because I felt someone touching my face, my eyelashes trembled, and I slowly opened my eyes.
The moment I did, I met Captian's bottomless, piercing gaze.
I was so shocked I thought I must be dreaming, so I immediately shut my eyes again.
It had to be a dream; if I opened them again, the demon king would surely disappear.
But Captian actually chuckled, watching me with obvious amusement.
I took a breath and cautiously opened my eyes once more, but he was still right there, staring at me with that sly, dangerous look that felt as if he wanted to devour me whole.
"Director Anderson!" I blurted in panic, finally realizing I must have fallen asleep in his office.
Flustered, I jolted upright like a carp flipping out of water, grabbed the food container, and opened it to cover up my anxiety.
"Director Anderson, you must be hungry, right? Let's eat dinner together."
My face felt as hot as fire, and my voice came out soft and sweet, sweet enough to turn someone into a puddle of honey.
He accepted the utensils I handed him.
His face was still expressionless as always, but something between his eyebrows seemed to soften for a fleeting moment.
I scooped rice and vegetables for him, completely unaware of the brief gentleness on his face.
That softness vanished as quickly as dew under the sun.
"Director Anderson, please eat. I made all of this myself, it tastes really good," I said with a small smile.
Under the light, my face must have looked even brighter still a bit naive, but with a sort of aggressive beauty that was hard to forget.
He raised a brow slightly.
"You made it?"
I nodded proudly.
"Yes! I did. It tastes good, so please try it."
Watching him expectantly, I forgot even to be afraid.
Captian studied the food in silence it looked good, smelled good, and seemed delicious.
The corner of his lips lifted faintly before he finally took a bite under my eager gaze.
The moment he tasted it, he paused.
The flavor was rich and fresh, with a subtle, unmistakable herbal undertone.
His brows lifted slightly, the darkness in his eyes shifting.
"Director Anderson, is it good?"
I leaned forward, eyes sparkling.
He stared at me quietly.
"Herbs?"
I blinked.
Even though I had minimized the herbal scent, he still noticed.
His sensitivity was terrifying.
"It's therapeutic cuisine," I explained.
"It's good for your health. I didn't expect Director Anderson's palate to be so sharp, you can detect even the tiniest hint."
Since he liked being flattered, I watched him enjoy it quietly.
I licked my lips and then, acting pitifully, rubbed my stomach.
"Because I rushed to bring dinner to Director Anderson, I haven't eaten yet. I'm really hungry. Let me eat a little too."
I scooped a few spoonfuls of rice and took several gulps of soup, narrowing my eyes in satisfaction.
It was delicious my cooking skills were improving.
Captian raised a brow.
The darkness in his eyes eased, and his mood seemed to lift slightly.
After finishing my bites, I set the utensils down and cleared my throat.
"Director Anderson, can you promise me something?"
"Speak."
His response was short and cold.
I clasped my hands together, looking at him with clear, watery eyes.
"Director Anderson, the hospital where Hezze works lost their internal medicine specialist, he was poached. Can I temporarily fill in for a few days? When they hire a new doctor, I'll step down immediately."
The temperature in the room dropped instantly.
The oppressive, dangerous atmosphere felt like a blade pointed straight at me.
I froze, unable to breathe.
Even my heartbeat felt loud and unsteady.
"Director Anderson…?"
I looked at him and nearly stopped breathing altogether his face was terrifying.
He tapped his fingers on the desk, his eyes dark and sharp like a beast's.
His aura was cold and hostile, not hiding his displeasure at all.
I swallowed hard.
"Director Anderson… is it really not allowed? I really love medical work. If I go to the hospital, I can see rare cases. It will help me improve my practical skills."
He still didn't answer, his predatory gaze making my whole body tremble.
I swallowed again and forced myself to continue:
"Look, my medical skills are already pretty good. With more practice, I can become a real expert. And in the future, if Director Anderson ever gets sick, I'd only need my little finger to cure you instantly. Isn't that great?"
Something in that sentence seemed to hit him; his expression shifted slightly.
My eyes lit up and I continued softly, stepping right onto the tiger's tail like a foolish little rabbit.
"And I can also make therapeutic meals that taste good and improve health. If I master them better, I can make them even more delicious. I can cook them for Director Anderson every day. Would that be okay?"
Mustering all my courage, I tugged lightly at the hem of his shirt.
That one "would that be okay" seemed to shake something deep in him, his expression rippled faintly, dangerously.
"Okay," he finally murmured.
I froze.
I blinked.
Did I hear that right?
"Director Anderson… did you just say okay? Really?"
I had already prepared myself for rejection, after all, Ronan had sworn that Director Anderson would never let his woman appear in public.
But… he actually said yes?
Was I dreaming?
I pinched my arm.
"Ow!"
It hurt.
Not a dream.
Reality.
If Captian weren't sitting right in front of me, I would have jumped around the room in joy.
I looked at him again, eyes bright and trembling.
"Director Anderson… I really can go to the hospital?"