Waiting For Your Reincarnation Chapter 108

It was after noon before Yeon-young was able to descend from the second floor to the first.

 

She flinched at the hot touch of his hand on her waist, and every time his hand roamed over her stomach and side, it tickled her spine, reminding her of last night.

 

Slowly wrapping his arms around her stomach from behind, Ryu Won watched the amount of work she was doing, which made it impossible for her to move even if she wanted to.

 

As she finished chopping the vegetables, she put the knife down on the cutting board and sighed heavily.

 

He blinked his innocent eyes as if to say, “What’s wrong?”. He was so athletic.

 

“You said you were sick. Shouldn’t you be lying down?”

 

“Maybe if Ms. Yeon-young kisses me one more time, I’ll really feel better.”

 

“I don’t think you need any nursing.”

 

“I’ll take care of the knife, I’m nervous.”

 

“Never mind, I was just saying, I don’t have a conscience enough to let a patient hold a knife.”

 

“Then if Ms. Yeon-young gets hurt, there won’t be a knife in this house, are you sure you won’t get hurt in the slightest?”

 

Ryu Won smiled slightly and extended his hand. If she didn’t hand over the knife, he would tear her apart in other ways.

 

Knowing his character now, she didn’t argue and backed away from the sink. Ryu Won gently picked her up and sat her down in a chair in front of the kitchen table.

 

Despite his vow to take full advantage of her nursing care, Ryu Won was soon doing the chores.

 

Yeon-young tapped her index finger on the table and was silent for a moment.

 

‘How to read memories.’

 

Spending the night with Ryu Won was enough to make her head spin. But with a new secret assignment, she couldn’t focus on him at all.

 

In the end, there was no sign of Ryu Won in Jaeho’s lab. He’s not a spy, judging by the circumstances of the lab.

 

But how did Ryu Won have the key to the lab and the mask?

 

One way or another, the only way to find the answer was to read Ryu Won’s memories.

 

‘Ha, but I’ll have to take my time to read his memories.’

 

Yeon-young continued to read his memories off and on until she came to the bed, the living room, and the kitchen.

 

But over and over again, she was drawn in or pulled out of his memories and couldn’t find them.

 

His memories were vast. Without Ryu Won’s help, it was difficult for Yeon-young to find the memories related to Negro on her own.

 

She had to make a judgment call about Ryu Won.

 

‘Is Mr. Ryu Won part of Negro?’

 

She stared at his broad, smoothly toned back, and then at his left wrist, which followed a gentle line down his back.

 

The core glowed as brightly as the midsummer sun, and she could sense none of Snarl’s corrupted aura in it.

 

If she wanted to doubt him, there was plenty of evidence.

 

The black aura hovering over his core, the way he threatened Sly, the evidence from the study.

 

‘But…’

 

She wanted to believe Ryu Won.

 

She didn’t want to doubt his willingness to blindly trust her just because she was Yeon-young.

 

Just as Ryu Won had convinced her of her existence, she wanted to do the same.

 

It was Ryu Won who had hurt Sly, but it was also Ryu Won who had followed her, digging into this, and saving souls.

 

He might be a Negro, but she wanted to hear his story first.

 

She let out a slow breath she’d been holding.

 

Once she made a decision, her head felt like it was clearing up.

 

“What were you thinking?”

 

Ryu Won seemed to wait for her to finish her thought, his gaze still on the vegetables, but his attention focused on Yeon-young.

 

Contrary to his promise to only do the knife work, Ryu Won had managed to put all the food on the plate.

 

In response to his question, she smiled a little more relaxed.

 

“I’ve come to a conclusion.”

 

“What conclusion?”

 

“I’ve decided to trust you.”

 

Ryu Won stopped stirring in the pot with the ladle and looked up at her with a puzzled expression on his face.

 

Yeon-young avoided his gaze and casually looked at the pink apron hanging on the chair. Her brow furrowed slightly.

 

She hadn’t seen it since that day, so she assumed he’d thrown it away.

 

“…You still have this, huh?”

 

“Oh…, I put it in a drawer.”

 

Yeon-young stood up slightly and grabbed the apron from the chair.

 

At the time, she hadn’t paid much attention to the fact that Ryu Won’s house had a hessian apron, but today, upon closer inspection, it looked vaguely familiar.

 

“Isn’t it in the field?”

 

Yeon-young ran her index finger across the tiny flower embroidery on the apron. The bell-shaped petals were wildflowers, like those found in the fields of Iris.

 

She unfolded the open apron. Ryu Won watched her do this without saying a word.

 

Yeon-young held the cloth between her index finger and thumb and rubbed it. The pink color was unique, with just the slightest hint of violet.

 

She had seen this before, somewhere.

 

“Ah. Heaven.”

 

She remembered herself in Ryu Won’s memory. Sitting in the field, watching the sun rise, Yeon-young said this was her favorite view.

 

The beautiful sunrise that only Tanato had. It was then that she saw this unusual pink color in the sky.

 

When she looked up, her eyes locked with Ryu Won’s. His eyes were tense, but also held a certain anticipation.

 

“Mr. Ryu Won, is this mine?”

 

“So I can’t throw it away. Of course, I didn’t know you liked the color purple now.”

 

“This…, I…”

 

“I told you, you’re the only woman I’d confess to even after I’m dead.”

 

“Because I didn’t know anything then.”

 

“I don’t lie to you, Ms. Yeon-young.”

 

At his words, Yeon-young’s face heated as she gripped her apron.

 

She suddenly realized that her jealousy was pretty ugly.

 

She covered her face with her apron and let out a hot breath. To think that he had all these trivial items that he didn’t even remember.

 

She couldn’t imagine how he must have spent his time.

 

Ryu Won set the plate in his hand down on the table and stepped closer to her. He pulled her hand down, exposing her face.

 

“Why?”

 

“I’m just a little shy.”

 

“Ms. Yeon-young, have you fallen in love with me?”

 

Ryu Won’s straightforward question made her feel a strong tightening in her chest. Yeon-young pressed her hand to her sternum.

 

Even so, she felt her breath catch in her throat. He smiled with satisfaction as he watched her exhale heatedly.

 

Ryu Won lowered his head and captured her lips with his own. Yeon-young knew this familiar sensation well.

 

A polite, affectionate kiss that he and she shared every time in their dreams.

 

The warmth didn’t last long. Yeon-young parted her lips wistfully.

 

“I told you, you’d fall in love with me.”

 

“…That’s flattering. It’s all Ryu Won’s doing.”

 

“But I’m still not good enough. You should love me more fervently, because you’re not even close to me.”

 

Ryu Won’s hand lingered on the mark he made last night. He smiled as he rubbed the marks relentlessly with his thumb.

 

It was a smile that resembled the feverish heat he’d given her last night.

 

“I hope it lasts.”

 

“I’m afraid not.”

 

“No, I don’t care if it doesn’t last long now, because I’ve asked your permission, and I’ll just make it again.”

 

“I don’t remember giving you permission for everything.”

 

“That’s why I made you fall in love with me, it’s all your karma.”

 

Ryu Won tickled her forehead lightly and returned to his seat.

 

It felt like it had been a long time since he had eaten at a table like this with her after the war with Snarl.

 

A warm glow rose over the food.

 

“Come on, eat first.”

 

He pushed a plate with an assortment of side dishes in front of her. After a moment of hesitation, Yeon-young picked up her spoon and carefully scooped up the egg soup.

 

As she felt the warmth radiating from her neck to her entire body, she realized that she had missed this moment.

 

Ryu Won picked up his spoon as he watched Yeon-young smile pleasantly.

 

No words were exchanged under the off-white light, but the table was filled with a smoky atmosphere.

 

For the first time, Ryu Won felt a sense of her existence, and for the first time, she wished this time could last forever.

 

How could she not trust him to give her life meaning again?

 

She set her cutlery down on the table and stared at Ryu Won. He shook his head and smiled.

 

“Mr. Ryu Won.”

 

“What?”

 

“Can you show me your memory?”