"The one who seems innocent can turn out to be the most dangerous..."
Tyson's eyes were fixed on Hana's innocent face – her big, naive eyes, pink lips, and soft, delicate features... For a moment, Tyson forgot who he was. He forgot what his world was like. He tried to stop himself, but for some reason, the innocence on Hana's face was shaking him to his core. He took a cold breath, turned around, and went inside the room, saying as he left, "Let's go inside."
Hana silently followed him.
As soon as they entered the room, Tyson picked up the intercom, called the kitchen staff, and said, "Bring the food."
Then he turned to Hana, who was still looking at him.
Tyson said, "Sit down."
Tyson made her sit on the sofa and sat down beside her himself.
Within a few minutes, a servant brought food on a tray and left it in front of Tyson.
Tyson picked up the tray and, without saying anything, started feeding Hana with his own hands.
Hana watched him for a few seconds, then slowly began to eat. This was the first time Tyson had ever fed anyone with his own hands. After eating, Tyson got up, grabbed Hana's wrist, and took her to the washroom.
Hana looked at him with questioning eyes but said nothing.
Tyson filled the bathtub with lukewarm water and made Hana sit in it.
Hana looked at Tyson fearfully.
Tyson said, "There's no need to be afraid, my delicate doll." Then, without any hesitation, Tyson took off her wet shirt.
Hana's delicate, fair body was in front of his eyes. Tyson's gaze was fixed on her body.
Tyson said, "Damn..." he said to himself, but his voice was so low that Hana didn't hear it. He tried to compose himself, but Hana's innocence was pulling him in.
Tyson was gently rubbing water over Hana's wet body with his hands...
Hana just sat silently, looking at Tyson.
Suddenly, Hana spoke, "Tyson, what does 'delicate doll' mean?"
Tyson looked at Hana's innocent face without any expression and, stroking her neck, said, "You are very fragile, Hana, so fragile that if someone holds you even slightly, marks appear on your body, just like a doll, a delicate doll. Delicate doll means a fragile doll."
Hana said softly, "So, am I your delicate doll now, Tyson?"
Tyson looked at Hana for a few moments, and then a crooked smile suddenly appeared on his face. Tyson grabbed Hana's soft hair in his fist and lifted her face.
Hana looked at him with wide eyes, as if she couldn't understand what was happening.
In the very next moment, Tyson placed his lips on her pink lips.
Hana didn't understand anything; she just sat there in the bathtub.
Tyson kissed her for a few seconds, then slowly released her and looked at her face.
Still the same innocence.
Tyson closed his eyes for a moment and said, "What are you making me do, delicate doll..." There was nervousness in his voice, a nervousness he had never felt before.
Hana said softly, "I didn't do anything... I don't know..."
Tyson looked into her eyes, and there was only innocence there.
Without saying anything, Tyson stood her up from the bathtub, dried her wet body with a towel, and then put his t-shirt on her.
Hana stood silently.
Tyson looked at her and said to himself, "This girl is becoming a problem for me..."
The air was cold, but there was a strange silence in the room.
Tyson had brought Hana out of the bathroom and put his shirt on her. She still looked wet and innocent.
Tyson made Hana stand in front of the dressing table. Tyson picked up a hair dryer and turned it on.
Gentle bursts of warm air began to dry Hana's wet hair.
Hana stood in front of the dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror, then sometimes at Tyson, and sometimes at the strange device that was blowing air.
Tyson noticed that she was seeing a hair dryer for the first time. Tyson said, "Delicate doll..." Tyson's eyes were on Hana's face.
Just then, his phone rang. Tyson picked up the phone; it was Jordan on the other end.
"Speak?" Tyson's voice was cold as always. Saying this, Tyson left Hana in the room and went out onto the balcony.
From the other side, Jordan said, "Boss, Doctor Zenith has been in Italy for the last six months."
Tyson's eyes narrowed. He said, "Then who was running the lab here?"
Jordan said, "Some people who were only working on the doctor's instructions. But now a big thing has come to light—Doctor Zenith has found out what happened in her lab and also that the girl Hana is with you."
A strange glint appeared in Tyson's eyes.
Just then, Jordan's voice came, "The matter isn't over, Boss..."
Tyson said, looking ahead, "Speak quickly."
Jordan said, "This matter isn't straightforward. It's connected to human trafficking. Whatever experiments were happening in the lab were just a cover-up. There's something else going on behind it."
Tyson thought for a moment and said, "I'll talk to you later."
Tyson hung up the phone and looked ahead. Suddenly, he realized—someone was clutching his shirt in their fist.
Tyson's gaze went down—Hana's small fingers were tightly gripping his shirt.
Without wasting even a second, Tyson suddenly grabbed her hand and jerked her in front of him.
Hana was now standing between the balcony railing and Tyson!
She looked into Tyson's eyes fearfully.
Tyson stared at her with deep eyes and said, "What are you doing here?"
Hana nervously touched her lips slowly and said softly, "That... what you did with me while bathing..." What is that called?
Tyson looked at her without moving for a few moments.
There was innocence in Hana's eyes, but a strange restlessness began to grow in Tyson's heart. Suddenly, he grabbed Hana's long hair in his fist, lifted her face, and said sternly, "You are not yet wise enough to know all this."
Hana's face contorted in pain.
Tyson said, "And don't you dare question me again."
Tears welled up in Hana's eyes. She said with tearful eyes, "It... hurts..."
Tyson slowly loosened his grip, but without saying anything, he took her hand and brought her into the room! After bringing her into the room, Tyson pushed her onto the bed.
Hana looked at him in surprise.
Tyson said nothing, just lay down on one side of the bed and with a jerk pulled Hana towards him.
Now Hana's head was on Tyson's broad chest. Hana's heart was beating loudly. She couldn't understand anything.
Tyson gently ran his fingers through her hair and then whispered softly, "Close your eyes, Delicate Doll..."
Without saying anything, Hana quietly closed her eyes.
Now, only the sound of their breathing filled the room... and a feeling that was slowly deepening.