Dilettante

"When will he wake up?"

Hana asked the doctor with a serious look.

"He has a severe concussion, so it's better not to move for at least a day. I'm getting him undergo sleep anesthesia on purpose. The prognosis would be worse if he moved."

"Is it that bad?"

"Yes, well... ."

The doctor looked at Guilio Parenti, sitting far away, and murmured his words.

Hana gritted her teeth and looked back at Guilio. He frowned as he sat on the sofa looking into the magazine.

"It's okay for him to die if you deliberately marinate it, you have nothing to worry about. But does he really know the face of a man named Jin?"

"Yes. I know for sure."

"Then he should wake up. Hey doctor, why don't yoou forcefully wake him up?"

At those words, the doctor becomes contemplative and does not know what to do. If the mafia even fired a gun, the patient had to be woken up. But fortunately, nothing worried has happened.

"I won't let you go if you do that. Let the patient rest, assailant."

"Assailant?"

"Sure. Is it a human to catch and beat anyone just because they feel bad?"

Every time Lorenzo and Romano saw Lee Hana, their hamstrings tingled. It's not like she's fearless, it's like she doesn't know what fear is.

After looking up at her with a displeased expression for a moment, Guilio stood up and sudddenly grabbed her arm.

"You need to go out."

"I should be here. So I know when he wake up."

Hana tried to shake off his arm, but was pulled back. Turning her around, he hugged her from behind, pointing at her doctor and her nurse, stroking her neck.

"The two of us will take care of it. Didn't you say you wanted to accompnay me to the party? Are you going to do that?"

Strangely, it felt like the boundaries toward Guilio had collapsed compared to last time.

Was it the moment she leaned on him for support? The fact that she felt compassion for the injured.

"Do you want to buy me too, like Ricard Gere in Pretty Woman?"

"Julia Roberts played a prost*tute."

"I didn't prost*tute the main character."

"I did more than that."

"Dreaming of playing a f*cking fella?"

Hana laughed and let go of his hand that held her arm. Then she went back to the doctor andd told him to take good care of the patient, after that she packed her backpack.

Then Guilio approaches, takes her backpack and throws it at Lorenzo.

"You take care of that monstrosity."

Hana frowned as she saw Lorenzo holding her backpack with care.

"I had three tablets. And I remember how many bullets there were, so don't spill any."

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There wasn't even shopping center.

This was a underdeveloped area even within Cambodia, and it was annoying to travel to Phnom Penh.

Besides, she didn't want to get clothes that she would wear once and throw away anyway, doing a Pretty Woman to My Fair Lady.

"Let's go in here."

After all, he raised his hands and followed her into a small clothing store.

It was a place where there were only things that could not be seen as clothes that could never be worn in a formal event.

Theclerk, embarrassed by the appearance of foreigners, greet them in poor English. hana looked at the blouse and skirt hanging on one side with a smile.

In the meantime, Guilio stood in the narrow shop entrance and kept a stern expression on his face. Meybe he couldn't even dare to come in because it was 5 Pyeong.

When the clerk noticed men in black suits standing outside the store window, he turned blue and looked at her.

Hana said to the clerk.

"Don't worry. Those guys will be leaving soon."

Saying that , she found a baggy blouse and short skirt, the handed it out to the clerk.

It took less than 3 minutes from entering the store to choosing clothes. Her criteria for choosing her clothes was simple.

Easier to hide or retrive weapons. However, guilio didn't seem to like the clothes she choose.

"I'd rather take it off."

"You know, I need to be in good shape. I look good in clothes. Don't worry, I'll look great in anything."

"Aren't you too confident?"

"Oh, I should buy those shoes too."

Hana picked up the shoes next to he mannequin, pushing Guilio out of the way.

A place full of things familiar to her, jeans and shirts, even if they are of poor quality to him who is accustomed to the luxury goods of Italy.

Hana also picked out a few more shirts and pants. And when she was about to pay, he put down a $100 bill and nervously snatched her shopping bag.

"Let's go quickly."

The clerk searched the money box for change, but Guilio had no intenttion of accepting it.

After Hana said it was a tip, he grabbed her then dragged her outside.

The shopping bag that Guiilio had already carried was in Lorenzo's hand. After accepting a rather large shopping bag, Lorenzo peeks at the contents.

"Don't think about the clothes you brought there to wear at the party."

"Then what am I wearing? Is there even a Dolce & Gabbana store here? Just if I wear it, everything will be a luxury item."

"It's ridiculous."

The midday sun is hot, Hana naturally ignoring Guilio's irritation, she shaded with her hand and looked around. Then, in the distance, she saw a sign for a cafe.

She can't guarantee the taste of the coffee, but it was an open-air cafe with a few tables under a fairly thick shade.

"Would you like to have coffee with me?"

His face softende slightly at the question.

"If it's expresso.'

"There may be."

This time the man took the lead. With one hand in his pocket, he grabs her hand and pulls it off. In the end, he became sensitive because he was hungry for coffee.

Hana decided not to go against his plating for a while. She thought that maybe she was included in the reason why Yoo EunSeung was turned into porridge. If he did something to Yoo EunSeung that he couldn't do to her, then Guilio Parenti might be looking after her too some extent just because she's a woman.

Besides, she needed Guilio Parenti now. Exactly his name.

After ordering expresso and iced coffee, she went outside and take a seat under the coolest shade. Rather than indoors with a couple of ceiling fans running witthout air conditioning, the shade outside was better.

It's a quiet neighborhood, Hana stared at the leaves swaying in the wind as she waited for her coffee to be served.

'This isn't the time too relax like this... .'

When she thought of Duyi, who was standing at the crossroads of life and death, her breath suddenly stopped. Wishing he was alive, Hana as usual, put her hands together and squeezed them tightly.

Then the man sitting across from her reached out and lifted her chin. Hana then relaxed her face and turned her head to him.

"Why?'

When he asked calmly, he removed his hand and asked, resting his elbows on the table.

"You... . Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Why should I be afraid? I'm not afraid of you at all... Rather, I was much more afraid of the head teacher who was in charge of us when we were at the nursery school. How scary she was."

She laughed as she recalled a memory she had forgotten for a while.

"Nursery school?"

Just in time, coffee was served. The man who ordered a double shot of expresso in this hot weather... was not looking normal.

Hana put the ice inside her mouth before the coffeee and bit into it.

"You don't know what a nursery school is?"

"I know. Were your parents there?"

"Oh, I wasn't there from the beginning. Duyi and I were born in a motel. I guess the woman who gave birth to us didn't have to courage to kill us. She just ran away without removing the umbilical cord. So the treasure of my life in only Duyi. He is my everything."

"You are different from my brothers. We are always looking for each other's lives."

It wasn't an illusion that it sounded bitter.

After biting into a few ice cubes, it feels like the terrible heat has subsided a little. Hana did not avoid the gaze of the man staring at her. Deep, straight eyes and stern lips.

People call him Satan or the Devil. The rumored man was sometimes devilish, but more often than not, he looked like a stray dog.

Maybe she's the only one who feels that way.

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Hana pondered for a while.

She was about to ask why black hair became his trigger, but she kept her mouth shut as she was sure to ask another question if she heard that answer.

In the scorching heat, sweats runs down his forehead. Sweat dripped from the tip of his chin and soaked into the wooden top.

Suddenly, his gaze felt heavy and she avoided it first, then he put down the half-empty expresso cup and stood up.

"What, why are you getting up already?"

"The preparations are complete. Just get up."

Hana had a look that required further explanation. Then, the man wearing sunglasses raises the corner of his mouth at an angle.

"The clothes you will wear ad necessary things is ready at the villa."

"What?"

Then, just as she was about to ask what she had done so far, the man who had come around the table heldout his hand.

"I asked if we should go look around, I didn't say let's go shopping."

"Ha, no. Then why did you quietly follow me?"

"It looked fun. I thought I should get some fresh air. The biggest reason is... ."

Hana did not hold the man's hand. She got up from the table and drank the remaining coffee and ice at once.

"Because you enjoy it."

Again, it was hot.

At that time, the car parked far away arrived in front of the cafe.

Hana was seeing unpaved roads, low buildings, and people who were engrossed in their work without paying attention to themselves, and it reminded her of scene from a certain movie. However, the title did not suit the man so much that she earsed it from her mind.

When Romano opened the door and got into the back seat, he opened the door on the other side and Guilio climbed in. The cool air from the air conditioner cools down the sweat.

As if it had always happened, it returned to normal body temperature.

After returning to the villa, she received a hanger on which the dress was hung.

There was no other explanation. Bag, shoes, dresses and other hangers were brought into her room one after another, and in between, Hana hung the clothes she had bought today.

Then, she brust into an absurd laugh when she found a swimsuit among the neatly arranged underwear in a white  box.

The mafia-style Pretty woman game was successful.

Her eyes shone as she sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the objects that filled the wall. Gradually, it grew dull, and soon disappeared into the eyelids.

TL/N : So sorry for missing in quite a long time. I was so busy after getting better because the works on hold piles up. I had little time to tl as i barely can sleep 5 hours. I will try my best ><