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Donating Blood

The first seven days that Psyche spent with Adam were like hell—though she never knew exactly what hell was like.

The man was honey and poison simultaneously.

Psyche cannot stop tasting because of the sweetness, but must continue to be tormented because of the poison that destroys it.

The character of the man turned out to be worse than anything in this world.

Even when Psyche accidentally ignores some of her calls, the man will be sitting on her all day.

“I wanted to take you to dinner,” that's what Adam said when Pscyhe called him after sending dozens of messages without reply. “But you seem to underestimate me and do as you please.”

With a cold tone mixed with indifference, Adam continued, “if this is how you relate to someone, we better end it.”

Really? That easy?

Psyche laughs. While holding a phone that is almost destroyed if only he is made of glass.

“Didn't I apologize?”

“I forgive you, don't worry. It's just that I don't like being ignored and you've made me feel neglected. There's nothing more I have to keep from you.”

Psyche closed her eyes and recited the word patience over and over again in her heart.

Fighting Adam with emotion will only make his plan fail.

“I don't want it to end. Your unilateral decision makes no sense. Anyway we can still go to dinner without any fuss because of trivialities.”

Adam screecing. “Sepele you say? Alright. Let's see how far you've survived.”

The call was closed by Adam without letting Psyche speak again.

That man would never let him win.

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Adam would never disappoint his partner in anything but emotional affairs.

A sumptuous dinner with high quality steak and wine seemed to be an ordinary banquet for him. His pride was too high to invite the women he took with him to eat at a roadside shop.

And Psyche understood why the women had always obeyed Adam— as she had said.

Submissive will make Adam happy. Submissive will make Adam treat them like a princess.

But submission will turn them into someone else. Being a woman that is easy to control. To be the one Adam wanted.

Psyche will not be destroyed by all the luxuries that Adam offers even though he is not so rich like him.

He wouldn't beg for fancy things or fancy dinners like this.

“You will keep silent on me?” Psyche glanced at the man from behind the glass of wine she was sipping. “I'm really sorry if I offended you.”

“What you can do is just keep apologizing.” Adam wiped the edges of his lips with a napkin. “You said you loved me, right?”

The man's gaze seemed to draw his heart. Psyche wanted to turn away, but it was as if her entire nerve was frozen.

His attention was the word of love that Adam spoke. He hated the man using a sacred phrase that seemed to symbolize the weakness of a Psyche.

“You think how many women declared their love for me, hm?” Adam wiggled his wine glass while looking at Psyche. “To be honest I know what they want. They want everything I have and I want them to be under my control and make me happy.”

Psyche smiled bitterly.

Ah, it turns out that way. She is considered to be one of the same women as the others.

But Psyche doesn't believe it. A woman's heart is a defence. There's no way any woman who's ever been in contact with Adam is just as playful as that guy.

“And I didn't make you happy?” One question that will represent everything. We prove that Adam really only considered himself a game.

Adam raised his eyebrows, then smiled faintly. “What am I asking for this relationship to end if I feel happy with you?”

“You consider all this to be only a mutual relationship.” Psyche draws a conclusion. “Don't think I'm messing with what I told you, Adam.”

Adam's smile faded as his eyes found Psyche's expression calmer than before.

“It's not my fault if you love me,” Adam said almost like a mutter. “I never asked for it from you, Psyche.”

Psyche flashing. Then he went back to his wine glass and gulped it down until there was nothing left.

What is his heart made of? Why is it so easy to scratch and cause pain that never heals?

All of this is the truth that happened. Psyche loved him and Adam whom he could not recognize even until the man was more than a workmate and boss to him.

“I would never beg for my feelings,” Psyche chose to glance at the half of the meat that was still left on the plate. “But one day you will beg for it yourself.”

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Everything still felt so dizzy that Psyche had to hold on to the wall while climbing the stairs to her apartment.

Silence was the only thing he had discovered since leaving the restaurant.

It's not until midnight and Adam chose not to visit—of course not—when the two stared at each other as if he wanted to kill each other.

But maybe Psyche won't spend the rest of the night alone even if Adam isn't by her side.

The white-haired man was already standing at the door of his apartment and was staring at Psyche who was currently staring at him as well.

He smiled curtly as he raised his hand that was pinching something fragrant. “Chicken party?”

Psyche only raised her head in response.