Chapter 36: What kind of plaything are you? (1/2)

What love? This man doesn't love me at all. He doesn't even recognize me. He thinks that I only have the same face as his 'dead fiance'. He is even daring to call me a flat board. Who was it that almost ate me in the shower at a hospital? Was I a flat board that day? My hands are itching to strangle him.

”You want to go out looking like that, Miss Yu?” Sung Jun looks at me thoughtfully. There is no familiarity in his eyes. He is looking at me like a stranger. A stranger he slept with.

I can't help but feel empty.

”Miss Yu, take a bath. I will arrange some new clothes for you.” He gets up and wraps the sheet around his waist. I feel a tinge of disappointment. I can no longer enjoy the view. Secretly.

I guess I am a pervert. It can't be helped. I am a human too.

”It's almost lunchtime.” He picks up the phone. ”What do you want to eat?”

”Anything you want, Mr. Sung” I say in a low voice. It's just lunch. An hour at most. After that, I will leave. We might never see each other again. I have not seen him for eight years. I have spent the night with him like it's fate. A few more hours can't hurt. He can't recognize me anyway.

He gives me nods and orders. I feel awkward standing there near the door. I am Fang Aisa, pretending to be Eshe Yu. He thinks that I am someone who looks like Fang Aisa. Even after eight years, he still feels for me. In this lifetime, we didn't spend much time together before I faked my death and left from his life.

I love him. He loves me. Still, I can't be with this person. I can't go and tell him that I am Fang Aisa. I can't love him. I can't wake up next to him every day.

I don't want him to see me like this. I go to the bathroom and lock the door.

”Miss Yu?” Sung Jun knocks the door. ”I am putting clean clothes near the door.”

”Okay,” I yell back loudly. After two minutes, I open the door slightly and peep. He is not in the room. I take the clothes from the floor and lock the door again. I stare at the clothes - Plain blue shirt, white skirt, and undergarments. How does he know my size? Does he have experience in buying undergarments? He didn't mistake other women like me and slept with them, did he? He could have a girlfriend by now and committed last night mistake because he was drunk. Last night doesn't mean anything to him, does it? Should it? To him, I am not Fang Aisa. I don't understand what I am feeling. I am happy and sad.

When I come out, he is still not in the room. I guess that he left me alone to avoid me. I should leave before he comes. I find my shoes and wear them. I hear the door click.

”You are done?” He is holding a bottle of wine.

”Do you want to drink in the daytime?” When did he become an alcoholic? I am not the cause, am I? He didn't become an alcoholic because of my death, right? Probably, I am overthinking.

His eyes sparkle when he laughs. ”It's not wine. It's grape juice.”

I suspiciously stare at the bottle. ”If you say so.”

”If you don't believe it, take a sip.” He pulls out the cork and hands it over to me.

”Okay.” If he really drinks in the daytime, he needs help. I take a sip. It tastes like grape.