The Mistress Runs Away

Jenok, whose eyes met with her scared face, turned to Joanne, who sat beside him.

“Could you go out for a moment?”

“Uh, yes.”

As soon as Joanne excused herself, Jenok continued from where he stopped . The next moment, Rowena was met with a shock that was incomparable to the one she had just experienced.

“He could have harmed the young master; it was something that needed to be done.”

“What something….”

Her heart dropped out of her chest. The blood in her body froze cold from head to toe as the horrible scene passed before her eyes. she realized what her boy might’ve seen…

“Oh my God!”

Rowena shivered, covering her face with her hands.

“It was an accident. Fortunately, nothing happened. A vagrant was wandering around, and of all people, the young master was there. Any actions taken there were justified. It couldn’t be helped.”

Jenok tried to comfort her with a sad face, but it was not enough.

“What do you mean it couldn’t be helped!!! I forced him to come with me. Damian-.. !”

Rowena, angry with a stern voice, sat down in her seat with a thud. She felt a chill run down her 

spine.

After a few moments of catching her breath, she finally calmed her trembling. The next moment, all the feelings of shock, anger, and resentment went solely to Killian, who had dragged them into this mess.

“Thank you for saving Damian today. I will definitely repay this favor someday. Mr. Jenok.”

Rowena, barely able to pull herself together, bowed silently, then went upstairs.

It had been a day in which too much had happened. Usually, she would have had to wait until Killian returned, but she did not want to do that today, so she went upstairs to check on her son’s sleeping face and went up to the bedroom, where sleepiness overtook her.

****

A cold hand rested on his forehead. The cold body heat slowly brought Damian out of deep sleep. When he opened his eyes, someone was sitting next to his head. The man who pulled his hand from his forehead was reading a thick document with the light of a lamp on a small side table.

“Ah …. Mister…”

Damian, who recognized who it was, doubted his eyes.

“You’re that mister, right? I saw you in the park the other day?”

As the man placed his papers down, he looked at Damian; when their eyes met, Damian opened his mouth wide.

“A fly will get into your mouth if you keep it wide open.”

“Mister, you look exactly like me! Is this a dream?”

“Which way would you prefer it to be?”

“Ouch!”

The man who gently pulled up the corner of his mouth pressed Damian’s forehead firmly with his index finger and made him lie down again as he tried to rise up suddenly. Tired of yawning and resisting for a moment, Damian eventually raised the white flag.

“Sleep.”

“Mister! You woke me up.”

“Close your eyes and go back to sleep. This method should work for kids.”

“If I don’t go to sleep, will you disappear?” (tl note: ouch)

“Yes.”

Damian pouted his lips at the dry reply.

“Mister, you don’t have any children, do you?”

“Why?”

Killian tilted his head at the sudden question and crossed his legs. It was just a gesture, but it was full of elegance. Damian, who had lost himself for a moment at the sight, deliberately replied mischievously.

“It doesn’t look like you have any.”

“Actually, I have one.”

Killian, folding his arm, blinked lazily.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

It was a short answer, but somehow, Damian felt his heart sinking. The upbeat mood quickly plummeted.