Chapter 6
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The call still hadn’t ended, forcing Larisa to wait in the lobby longer than she had expected.
"Who is he even talking to?" she muttered irritably. "That annoying girlfriend of his?"
Larisa had been standing there, gripping the handle of a large suitcase beside her. Her legs were starting to ache, but she refused to sit down. Frustrated, she tapped her foot against the floor, rubbing her shoe against the tiles while huffing in annoyance. Her full lips pursed as she grumbled under her breath—until suddenly, a voice made her nearly jump.
"What are you doing?"
Larisa looked up. Revan was already standing in front of her, one brow slightly raised.
"Come in," he said, then walked off without another word.
Larisa rolled her eyes and let out a long sigh before dragging the two large suitcases that had been her silent companions for far too long. Meanwhile, three large boxes remained where they were. Understandable—she could only carry two items at a time. If anyone asked why all this luggage was sitting in the lobby, the answer was simple: Larisa had hauled it all herself, making multiple trips while panting for breath, while Revan had been too busy on his phone.
As they reached the elevator, Revan tilted his head slightly, giving her a questioning look.
"Where are the boxes?" His voice was flat.
"I left them." Larisa answered without hesitation.
Revan's eyes widened in disbelief. Clicking his tongue, he gestured toward the hallway leading outside.
"Go get them. Now." His tone was firm.
Larisa groaned internally. She was already out of breath, her legs ached, and her hands were numb. Yet Revan ordered her around as if she wasn’t on the verge of collapsing. Huffing in frustration, she let go of the suitcases with an irritated tug and stomped away—only to accidentally knock one over. It fell with a loud thud.
Revan exhaled sharply, staring at the fallen suitcase for a few seconds before pressing a hand to his forehead.
"For God's sake..." he muttered before striding after her, completely ignoring the elevator doors that had just opened beside him.
Meanwhile, Larisa was struggling with the heavy boxes. She tried stacking them on top of each other for easier transport, but it was a pointless effort.
"He's so annoying!" she grumbled. "My legs are killing me!"
Suddenly, a pair of strong hands grabbed the boxes from her grasp. Larisa looked up, eyes widening.
"I’ll carry them."
Larisa froze. Revan said nothing else and simply walked away, effortlessly carrying the boxes as he headed back toward the elevator.
Larisa pursed her lips, tilting her head slightly as she watched his retreating figure with confusion.
"How long are you going to stand there spacing out?"
Revan's voice snapped her out of her daze.
She startled, then quickly rushed after him.
By the time they finally reached the apartment, Larisa’s exhaustion peaked. Without thinking, she collapsed onto the floor the moment her suitcases were neatly lined up.
Revan, who had just placed the boxes in a corner, glanced at her from the corner of his eye. His lips curved into the faintest hint of a smirk—so subtle it was nearly imperceptible.
"Wash your feet first, then rest."
Larisa lifted her head, looking at him. She didn’t respond, simply staring as he busied himself with adjusting the bed. Something felt off. Revan was still as indifferent as ever, but there was something different about him.
"How long are you going to keep staring?"
Larisa snapped out of her thoughts and quickly averted her gaze. She rose slowly, scanning the room.
"Um… where's the bathroom?" she asked softly.
Revan straightened, then lazily pointed toward a white door in the corner of the room before resuming his task without another word.
"What is his problem?" Larisa huffed as she entered the bathroom. "Is he acting like this because I received his brother’s cornea donation? Does he hate me that much?"
She stared at her reflection in the mirror, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm the turmoil in her chest.
"Aish! Do I seriously like that ice block?"
Outside, Revan stood on the balcony, letting the cold night air wash over him. One hand was tucked into his pocket, while the other held his phone.
"I’ll come by tomorrow," a voice from the other end said clearly.
"Do whatever you want."
"Revan!" The voice grew sharper. Revan pulled the phone away from his ear for a second, clicking his tongue before putting it back.
"Why are you so distant? I’m your girlfriend! Can’t you, just once, show some concern? You never used to be like this, Revan!"
The person on the other end sounded frustrated. Revan remained silent, his gaze empty as he stared into the night sky.
Then, suddenly, he pressed a button.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The call was disconnected just like that.
Larisa, who had just stepped out of the bathroom, frowned.
"Why does she keep calling?" she muttered. "I bet it’s that woman. Ugh! Annoying!"
Dragging her feet, she made her way to the couch. The moment she sat down, she winced.
"Ugh, my legs are so sore…" she groaned, massaging her calves. "I wonder if there’s any ointment here?"
Unbeknownst to her, Revan was already standing beside her, watching with an amused smirk.
"Hwaaa! My legs hurt so ba—"
Larisa's complaint trailed off when she noticed him. Instantly, she lowered her head, her face heating up.
Revan said nothing, simply walked over to the cabinet, grabbed something, then returned to the couch. Larisa sneaked glances at him.
Without warning, he sat down beside her. Larisa tensed.
"Lift your legs."
Larisa blinked. "Huh?"
Revan gave her a sharp look. "Are you deaf?"
"W-what?"
"I said, lift them." This time, he didn’t wait. He reached out, grabbing both her legs and placing them on his lap.
Larisa froze. "Eh, but… I…"
"Be quiet."
Larisa immediately clamped her mouth shut. Her face turned scarlet as Revan calmly began massaging her calves.
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