Episode 58

Rosanna shook off her wandering thoughts and fixed her gaze on the doctor.

“Well, no harm in being prepared. Go ahead. Not that I’d ever lose control and put Kyle in danger.”

The doctor, understanding the unspoken Because I’m an Enache, responded with a slight nod. Being one of their kind, he knew better than anyone that those from the great houses were walking embodiments of pride and arrogance.

“I’ll secure a supply of blood that matches Mr. Mason’s. Readily available at any time. If an emergency surgery is ever needed and I’m off-duty, just contact me directly at home.”

“Got it.”

Rosanna rested her elbow on the desk, propping her chin up.

“You’re competent—why stay a regular physician? Want me to make you hospital director?”

“I like where I am. If I wanted to be a director, I’d have built my own hospital.”

“Fair enough. Your family must have plenty of money, too.”

Screech. Rosanna pushed back her chair and stood.

“Well then, take good care of him until he’s discharged.”

With that, she left the hospital and headed to her townhouse. Though the butler had sent servants to furnish Kyle’s private room with various comforts, there were limits. She couldn’t move her entire dressing room over, and there was no place to properly enjoy a long bath.

Today, she planned to indulge in one. Unlike Kyle—who had passed out after their intimacy—Rosanna had been feeling great since that night. Her body felt lighter, her mood brighter. Of course, their physical compatibility had been satisfying, but more than that, she was elated to have finally claimed her attachment toy.

Once Kyle woke up with no memory, how should she approach him? Now that things had turned out this way, maybe it was better to hint at her superiority from the beginning. Let him gradually accept what she was. Reestablish the relationship from scratch…

While Rosanna mulled over these thoughts, her carriage arrived at its destination. She stepped down and found herself face-to-face with Vlad, standing at the front of the townhouse.

“Where are you headed?”

“That’s how you greet me after days apart? …Golf club.”

Rosanna dismissed her wandering thoughts and locked eyes with the physician.

“Fine, no harm in being prepared. Go ahead. Not that I’d ever lose control and put Kyle at risk.”

The doctor understood the unspoken Because I’m an Enache and nodded slightly. Being one of the same blood, he knew better than anyone just how prideful and confident those from great houses could be.

“I’ll keep a reserve of blood that matches Mr. Mason’s. It’ll be ready at all times. If he ever needs emergency surgery and I’m off-duty, don’t hesitate to contact me directly at home.”

“Got it.”

Rosanna rested her elbow on the desk and cradled her chin in her hand.

“You’re capable—why are you still a regular physician? Want me to make you hospital director?”

“I’m happy where I am. If I wanted to be director, I would’ve opened my own hospital.”

“True enough. Your family’s got money, too.”

Screech. Rosanna pushed back her chair and rose to her feet.

“Then I’ll leave him in your hands until he’s discharged.”

Leaving the hospital, Rosanna headed for her townhouse. Though the butler had sent staff to furnish Kyle’s private room with various items, there were limits. She couldn’t bring over her entire wardrobe, nor was there a proper bath. She hummed to herself, already thinking about soaking in a warm bath. Unlike Kyle, who had passed out from their intimacy, Rosanna had been feeling great since that night. Her body felt lighter, her mood brighter. While their physical compatibility had been satisfying, the real joy came from finally claiming her attachment toy.

She began to ponder how to grow closer to Kyle once he woke up without his memories. Since it had come to this, maybe she should assert her superiority from the start—gently hint at her nature as something beyond human. Whenever he learned the truth, he needed to be ready to accept it. They’d build a new relationship together…

As she was lost in thought, the carriage arrived. Rosanna stepped down—and found herself face-to-face with Vlad, standing at the front of the townhouse.

“Where are you headed?”

“No greeting, even after days apart? …Golf club.”

Rosanna hadn’t expected a warm sibling reunion, but even skipping a basic greeting rubbed Vlad the wrong way, making his tone a little sour.

Instead of scolding her younger brother’s attitude, Rosanna chose to mock him.

“Weekend and you’re not playing dad? Skipping out on family time? Poor Henry.”

“I got ditched, actually. Tanesia and Henry went out early—off to see some circus or whatever.”

Vlad eyed Rosanna’s outfit from head to toe—clearly untouched by any maid’s hands.

“I heard from the butler. You’ve been staying out overnight… because of that man.”

“Mister Mason. That’s what you’ll call him from now on.”

“Right… I heard he’s in the hospital.”

“It’s nothing serious. He’ll wake up soon.”

“…Be careful.”

Vlad muttered in a resigned tone.

“Is it livable, at least? A private room like that must still be uncomfortable.”

It sounded like he hadn’t expected her to go to such trouble. Rosanna smirked.

“I wanted to be there when Kyle wakes up. Besides, there’s a woman sniffing around what’s mine. If she makes a move, I’ll see to it she gets fired.”

“Who’d hit on a sleeping patient?”

“There is one. A red-haired nurse.”

Vlad let out a tired breath.

“Sounds like a misunderstanding.”

“You didn’t see the way she looked at him. Her eyes were full of intent.”

“Well, if you say so. I’m heading out.”

With a look of not wanting to deal with her any longer, Vlad brushed past Rosanna. He told the coachman his destination and then climbed into the carriage Rosanna had just ridden in.

Look at that sulky face.
Henry better not grow up to be like him. He’s so much cuter the way he is now.

Rosanna glared after the carriage as it disappeared down the road, then turned on her heel.

Back at home, she immediately summoned a maid, gave instructions for what she needed brought in, and ordered a bath to be drawn. Just as she was heading to the bedroom to rest, the butler approached her, wearing a knowing expression.

“Welcome back, my lady.”

Rosanna started to speak, then held her tongue, guessing what he wanted to say.

The day Kyle had been hospitalized, she’d called the butler in a rush. He had said there was something he needed to discuss, but she’d waved him off, too distracted at the time.

“You had something to tell me, right? I’ll hear it in the living room.”

“There’s no need.”

One of Rosanna’s brows arched.

“It’s not my place to trouble the lady’s heart. It’s a minor issue—I’ll handle it.”

“Is that so? I’ll leave it to you, then. You’re good at handling things.”

“Thank you. We’re still tracking the group targeting you—I’ll keep you informed as we make progress.”

“Ah, that.”

Rosanna tilted her head with a smirk.

“Catch them as soon as you can. I don’t want to waste energy thinking about flies like that. I’ve got better things to do—like playing with Kyle—and I don’t need distractions.”

She clicked her tongue in annoyance, her expression growing cold. She wanted to ask: What kind of idiot dares to touch Rosanna Enache? Of course, once they were caught, she would make sure they regretted it. She had just gotten her precious attachment toy—how dare anyone interfere?

There wasn’t enough time to enjoy the sweetness of this new bond, and yet she had to waste thoughts on people like that?

The more she thought about it, the more irritated she became.

“Understood, my lady.”

The aged butler gave a perfect bow and withdrew. The maid from earlier approached soon after.

“The bath is ready, madam. Another maid is packing your things.”

“Come with me. You’ll assist me while I bathe.”

Rosanna made her way to the ensuite bathroom, the maid scurrying after her.

* * *

The man opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a white ceiling.

‘Where… am I?’

His throat was dry, and no sound came out. A rough, scratchy feeling made him cough repeatedly. He sat up slowly, his body feeling as heavy as wet cotton.

As he looked around, unfamiliar surroundings came into view. It vaguely felt like a hospital room.

‘Why am I here…? No, more importantly… who am I?’

The moment he became aware of himself, confusion overwhelmed him. He had no memories. Not a single one. Nothing came to mind—not even his own name. His head felt completely blank, as if someone had wiped it clean.

‘How is this even possible?’

Panic crept in. He couldn’t understand how this could’ve happened, or why. And with no one around to ask, his fear of the unknown only grew.

I need to find someone—anyone—and figure out what’s going on.

Just then, the door opened, and a woman in a nurse’s uniform walked in. To the man, she looked like a savior.

“You’re awake, sir? I’ll go get the doctor.”

“…Wait, please!”

He forced his strained voice out, barely managing to stop her. The nurse turned back.

“Can you tell me how I ended up here…? No, more importantly, could you tell me my name? I… I don’t remember anything. Do I have any family? If so, I’d like to contact them.”

The nurse offered a troubled smile.

“That’s beyond my authority. The doctor will explain everything shortly. Please rest for now.”

With that, she left the room, promising to fetch the doctor. But something about her reaction seemed off. Just a name—that shouldn’t require permission. Was he some sort of high-risk or restricted patient?

Now that he thought about it, he was in a private room. He had no memories, but he still knew enough to realize that private hospital rooms weren’t cheap.

‘Was I wealthy?’

There was no way to know. All he could do now was wait for the doctor to explain this absurd situation.

He glanced at the mirror on the bedside table. Reflected back was a young man with light-colored hair and ash-gray eyes. Handsome enough, maybe, but his expression was somber.

‘Well, it’s hard to smile when you can’t even remember your own name.’

A deep sigh rose from within. The man sat silently on the bed, hoping the door would open again soon.

* * *

“Ahhh, home really is the best.”

After hours of leisurely bathing, Rosanna felt completely refreshed. She stretched languidly, perched on the edge of her bed in a robe. Sleeping on the guardian’s cot in Kyle’s hospital room had been terribly uncomfortable. She hadn’t bothered to buy a proper bed, thinking he’d be discharged within a day. But now that he still hadn’t woken up, maybe it was time to reconsider.

Her gaze drifted toward the window—it was already evening.

‘Guess I should head over soon.’

Not that there was anything to do once she got there—just endless hours of watching Kyle sleep. But she couldn’t leave. She had to be there the moment he opened his eyes. If he could see Rosanna Enache as the very first thing upon waking, then all that boredom would be worth it.

This waiting, really, was like sketching the outline for what would soon become a bold and vivid image—imprinting Rosanna Enache onto the blank canvas that was Kyle’s mind.

‘Maybe I’ll bring that book I was reading…’

Rosanna rose from the bed, heading for the place where she kept the book that had inspired her on how to make Kyle hers. But then—
A tapping sound came at the window.

Curious, she turned and opened the glass pane. A bat flew in—one of the messenger bats sent by the vampire physician from the hospital. The small creature squeaked sharply, and when she held out a finger, it clamped on and drank greedily.

Once it had its fill, the bat released a pulse of sound—its message.

“What? Kyle woke up?”