It was early dawn.

A careful knock at her bedroom door woke Abella. It was normal for her to sleep late, so she was able to come to her senses with a sip of cold water.

The maid, who had slept curled up by Abella’s side, opened her eyes.

“Lady....?”

“It looks like a guest came.”

“Aah..”

The maid who yawned and raised her body helped Abella put on her gown and opened the bedroom door to none other than Enosh, who stood awkwardly in front of the bedroom.

“Enosh?”

“Apologies for the early call, but is your body okay?”

“It’s all right.”

“Your face is pale.”

“I have a little headache.”

“Have you met the doctor?”

“Who made you the fill-in doctor? I’m alright.”

Abella laughed lightly, as if the idea was absurd. Ever since her fainting spell, it was Enosh who gave a private room to the doctor so he could always reside in the mansion. The job was quickly completed.

“Since coming to Timur, you have been sick all the time.”

Enosh said, dissatisfied.

“Is it because of the heavy fog?”

Abella muttered. In fact, it was like the fog was in Abella’s head. It was shaking everything she believed in. Nothing was clear, and what she had trickled through her hands like sand. Memories were empty as if they were punctured, twisting like they were manipulated.

Maybe that was why she got a headache. She had many implications, but Enosh did not notice.

Since Enosh was a stranger, he had no connection with what happened in Timur in the past. Perhaps that was why Enoch was more comfortable to be around.

“I guess so. Anyway, we talked about it the other day. I’m going out today.”

Abella nodded her head.

“I remember.”

“I think I have to go out early. I can tell the butler and go out but.....”

Enosh slowly reached out his hand, touching the forehead of the curled-up Abella who resembled a wounded beast.

“I’m worried about you, and you were so strong in Vincent.”

Enosh muttered dissatisfied.

“I’m still strong.”

Enosh clicked his tongue and removed his hand.

“I don’t think you have a fever. Make sure to check your body condition with your doctor today, you know that your health is the most important thing, right?”

“Why are you so friendly these days?”

“Is it weird?”

“Yes. Is it time for our lawyer to get married? ?If you have someone to marry, bring it with me. I am going to....”

“Shh.”

Enosh put his index finger in front of Abella’s chattering mouth, then clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“I think you better just keep your mouth shut. I think I will have a stomachache....”

“What am I?”

“It’s okay if you don’t know. Anyway, I’m having a good day today. If there is anything, please contact the company.”

“Will you be at the company?”

Enosh shrugs his shoulders and steps back.

Abella shook her hand a little. She had not completely woken up, hence the drowsiness. Turning around, Enosh left.

Once Abella was out of sight, Enosh popped a candy into his mouth and rubbed his stomach.

Serin said he’d get diabetes at an early age, but if he didn’t eat them, he thought he would really have a hole in his stomach. Abella, Abella.

“Are your senses stuck on the soles of your feet? Or is it that it has dried up? Did it disappear?”

Enosh muttered with a confused face.

Usually, didn’t she understand this much?

Why didn’t she seem to understand anything?

Even if he confessed to Abella right now, she wouldn’t be able to take it, so he hoped she would be aware of it.... Enosh rubbed his stomach.

“Ah, my stomach hurts.”

*

Would Abella’s sudden fall arouse Arsene’s compassion? After Abella’s return, Arsene, who seemed friendly and cool, changed. He became kind, as though he had been completely captured by Abella.

Today was Abella and Arsene’s political date.

The day the two decided.

As usual, it was over after eating in a private room, having a moderate conversation, walking the shopping street, and then returning home.

However, Arsene came to pick up Abella. It was also something that had never happened before.

Arsene’s eyes, looking at Abella wearing a green dress and a light brown hat, were fluttering like a lake in spring.

“Arsene?”

He was half-confident he was here for her.

Indeed, Arsene was here to pick up Abella. Arsene, looking down at the cigar in his hand, turned his head and stared at Abella. The face with a light smile also looks sweet.

Arsene greeted her, quickly putting the cigar in his hand into his pocket.

“Good morning, Abella.”

A shadow fell over Abella’s face.

‘Don’t trust Arsene, Abella.’

A feeble pain, like a stabbing in her head, engulfed Abella. Abella gently touched her lips.

“Good..morning, Arsene.”