DM Chapter 18
“It seems like you’re always thinking about going back when you get the chance. You should try to live here.”
She had no lingering attachment to Korea. There’s no such thing as lingering feelings when you don’t have a family. If it weren’t for her little niece, Sarin would let go of her life.
“I have to go back.”
When will those lips speak the truth?
The woman, afraid but refusing to open her mouth under any circumstances, was an incomprehensible existence to Owen.
“For those who have, this place might be a paradise.”
For those who have nothing, the streets become a freezing hell. For those who have, it presents the greatest pleasure. In a world filled with indolence and arrogance, Sarin was kindly invited.
Unnecessary kindness, claiming things get better if you eat.
A foolish woman who finds him difficult and contemptible and yet is unable to completely turn away from him. She might stoop and come, but it’s not because she’s truly afraid. It’s because there’s nothing in the world that scares her. Although her face showed unmistakable signs of desperation, it also hinted at her readiness to let go at any moment.
With all these polarizing sides, how could it not be fun?
“Well… I’ve never had it, so…”
Sarin knew about Owen’s capricious nature. Even if he promised to give her money, she couldn’t be certain how much it would be. One thing was for sure: He didn’t enjoy giving her an amount that would satisfy her. He wouldn’t give her an amount that would make her think otherwise.
Especially considering his twisted nature.
Once she grasped that in a short amount of time, giving up was actually quite quick. Giving up was what she did best.
In response to Sarin’s answer, Owen unexpectedly grinned. Her face, expressing the unimaginable extent of what is possible, was easy to read.
“Tell me how much you need.”
Sarin’s face stiffened, and her thoughts came to a halt. She didn’t expect him to openly ask for it like this.
“I don’t know how much a dog walker usually makes.”
“They don’t usually get paid enough to fill a dress room.”
It seems he was aware that such an amount would be excessive. Given his extravagant spending, she assumed he had no sense of economics. He is a truly strange and uncomfortable man. Dealing with different people every day made Sarin uncomfortable.
How much should she ask for?
“Two hundred dollars a week?”
It might be a bit much for walking the dogs for a couple of hours, but it was still a reasonable price. After all, this was the man who gave her $500 for laundry.
“Would that be enough for you, who came all the way to another country?”
She should ask for more.
He said, stroking Sarin’s head like he was petting a dog. Owen seemed to like the round shape he had cut. His touch left more traces as time passed. Although he had never raised a person, he thought it wasn’t bad to think of her as an animal he had raised since she’s wearing the clothes he had bought and eating his food.
“Three hundred dollars…?”
He chuckled as he watched her change the first digit while gauging his reaction.
He knew the full amount of Sarin’s debt. Welcoming the idea of her taking his money, he thought that she wouldn’t escape his shadow for the rest of her life with that amount.
“Stop laughing, and just give me what you’re willing to give.”
“Ten thousand dollars a week. How about that?”
The unit changed. Sarin sucked in a breath so hard she didn’t realize her mouth was open.
“Uh….”
“You’re drooling.”
Owen’s gaze scrutinized Sarin’s open mouth with a lascivious glint in his eyes. His desire to ram his cock deep between her parted lips and into the depths of her throat was overwhelming.
He’s perfectly aroused. It was clearly the worst day of his year, but his mood was clearly different.
He feels needlessly weak and frazzled. Owen chuckled ruefully as he kicked the first-aid kit that had been right in front of his door.
Daring to care about him.
She wore a face of terror, yet she was a woman with a weak and trembling heart, securely lodged in a body that could easily collapse at any moment.
Despite her lack of interest in the dogs, she approached him with the same affectionate concern as if she cared.
“Are you finally going to be still?”
“Would it be enough to just be still?”
Until now, he did not say that he had stayed still. She might be able to pay off her debt quickly. If she sent a generous amount of money back to Korea and paid off her debts, she would not have to rely on child support, and the child would be able to get good medical treatment.
Owen stared down at her, his lips pressing tightly together as her face blossomed. For a moment, his thoughts vanished, and for the first time, the woman’s face came alive.
Her face, which had been filled with sadness, worries, despair, disgust, fear, and hatred for Owen, looked like a flower that had just burst into bloom.
Owen unconsciously reached out towards the fleeting expression that disappeared quickly. As his hand approached her, her small face was startled, and she retreated.
“Ah.”
His brow furrowed.
For a moment, he thought he wanted to capture the expression she made in response to his half-joking remark. He wanted to hold it in his hands.
It was a peculiarly irritating emotion, clearly distinct from lust.
A small sigh escaped Owen’s lips that even he hadn’t anticipated. This was undoubtedly in his hands now, and there was nothing left for him to be unaware of.
“Well, thank you for giving me so much money.”
Sarin, turning her head to the side to avoid his hand, glossed over his words. Owen’s expression as he reached out toward her was strange. The fact that she was the sister of the woman he had slept with didn’t seem to bother him, as he was expressing his desire. Perhaps it was related to his recent unstable condition.
Anyway, she was aware that this man had been struggling with his sanity for the past few days.
“…No need to mention it.”
He clenches the empty hands, gripping at nothingness.
Is this woman in his hands now?
Owen’s mood plummeted at the sudden question. Unaware of this, Sarin cautiously asks him.
“Is it really just about walking the dogs? No strange behaviors…?”
“You think the guy who slept with your sister is going to ask you to fuck him?”
He accurately pointed out her concerns. As Owen’s natural response shook her, her face turned into an expression of astonishment.
“Well, according to my upbringing, that’s not acceptable.”
Owen asks, his face twisted in amusement.
“Then tell me how to get you to fuck me. Thanks to you, I’ve slept comfortably for the past few days.”
He had been holding onto his desire so much that it felt like his cock was about to burst. The sensation, warm as blood rushed to his palm, was so intense that one might suspect the medication in the first aid kit wasn’t headache medicine but an aphrodisiac. During the brief moments he closed his eyes in the afternoon, Sarin’s affectionate, unknown language to the dogs had already erected his cock.
The sensation of wanting was not merely a desire to serve her but a sadistic need to impale her, to have her on top of him, to make her cry out. Her face would blur, like the view of rain against a window.
Whether she was unaware of that vulgar desire or not, she turned her head sideways. With her entire body screaming that it was an absurd idea, she declared,
“This is nonsense. We can’t work together like this. It’s not allowed, even if I were to die and come back to life.”
Wasn’t it just a mistake that happened during a passing period when he lost his sanity?
Facing Owen’s desire, which was openly laid bare without any concealment, Sarin firmly spoke. She knew, directly or indirectly. With a man who reveals himself like this, her sister must have been enchanted too.
Sarin was not immune to the opposite sex. The world she had seen consisted solely of the hospital. Emotions like love within those walls were considered a luxury.
“Even if it means dying.”
“Unless it’s you… I don’t know.”
Unless he is Hayan’s biological father, who was born after he slept with her sister, The statement was excessively omitted.
Just like the late-night dramas she watched with her dying mother, the night spent in a distant place might become an affair with this man.
However, Sarin knew that it couldn’t happen. She had come to know Owen too well. This wasn’t a destination fit for whispering love. He wasn’t a man sweet enough for such words.
In the first place, it wasn’t meant to be.
A relationship that shouldn’t even be considered.
Sarin was fully aware that this was her relationship with Owen, Hayan’s biological father.
“Oh, no. It’s a shame since your stern expression is pretty enough to make one shiver.”
The moment that firm expression shattered into pieces, it would undoubtedly bring a sense of satisfaction.
Owen and Sarin faced each other with different thoughts.
“So, we can’t continue this. I can’t keep doing this….”
“Would it be okay if I didn’t sleep with your sister?”
“What?”
“Just asking if I can quietly fuck you.”
English wasn’t her native language.
In an instant, his vulgar and debauched language couldn’t fully pierce Sarin’s brain, and only the words echoed in her ears.
Indeed, he was vulgar. A tyrannical, self-serving, foul-mouthed, mindless human being.
“…It’s clearly written in your sister’s diary. I trust your sister.”
“Stealing someone else’s diary, you’re quite the bad person.”
As if joking or being serious, he speaks with a smile. Despite uttering all sorts of vulgar words, his face looked refined and affectionate. Sarin couldn’t help but notice the gap between them. The way he looked at her was uncomfortable, like that of a hunter holding a motherless animal he had captured.
It’s like she’s missing something.
“You might have met many women and forgotten, but clearly… you made love with my sister.”
“Pfft.”
He covered the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, unable to contain the laughter that threatened to break out.
Sarin’s face twisted.
Making love. Such an innocent word, compared to his explicit language. His face flushed with laughter, his mood rising endlessly from the sudden drop to the floor. Owen felt that his condition hadn’t fully recovered yet.
Otherwise, such a statement wouldn’t be this amusing.
“Many women, yes. Right. I’m curious about how many women I’ve’made love with’ in that diary.”
