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6. Confused feeling

As usual, Luken was ready to eat his breakfast. Several waiters went back and forth carrying vegetable pots and side dishes and setting them on the dining table. At that time, suddenly there was a loud sound of something falling.

Without looking, Luken already knew the cause of the sound because there was a groan of pain that followed. Luken's expression immediately darkened. Since he was sitting with his back to Allen's room, he turned and found the young man on the floor.

One of the maids who saw Allen fall, immediately acted. "Ah, Sir Allen, are you okay? Why did you leave the room?"

"I need to go to the restroom," Allen replied.

"You can call anyone to help you. You have to treat your wound with care," said the maid somewhat anxiously. "Come on, hold on to me."

The maid stretched out her hand easily. When Allen didn't move, she pulled his hand, pulling him to his feet slowly. Allen still had a fever last night and his body was weak, he stood up shakily, almost stumbling over.

"Sorry to trouble you." Allen felt a little guilty.

The wound actually hurts since last night. There was no one when he woke up, though he remembered someone was beside him last night. I don't know if it's real or a hallucination.

"Don't be shy. Sister Eva is away today to redeem your medicine, so you won't see her until noon." The maid explained while supporting Allen. "Before she comes back, you can count on me."

"You're so kind. Thank you."

The maid blushed. She really likes Allen's face type which is quite handsome and pure. Seeing his smile, the maid quickly blushed and was almost embarrassed. "Just call me Dena."

Allen only responded with a smile while he focused on continuing on what seemed like an eternity. The wound on his stomach had obviously healed yesterday, somehow at this moment it felt like there was a strong rope binding him. It was painful and burn at the same time.

The toilet is only five steps away. During that time he had lost his breath and his vision was blurry. He nearly slipped and fell once more, but Dena's hand held his waist.

"Sir Allen, are you all right? Are you feeling dizzy?"

Dena's small body clung to Allen completely, supporting him with all her might. Even though Dena was a healthy person, her body was still smaller than Allen's, she was having trouble all over the place.

"Sir Allen? Sir Allen, can you hear me?" Dena began to worry because Allen's weight increased as he slid down.

Maggy, another butler, saw this and looked displeased. Especially when she noticed Luken's eyes hadn't left the two people's movements since earlier.

Glourham Mansion was used to doing things Luken's way. All work to be done is all with his approval. All of these servants were used to it and knew Luken's character well. If he didn't give the order, no one would dare to move, even if the situation was an earthquake.

But Dena, she's just a new young maid. He's been in the kitchen for a month as an additional chef. Her work is very good, the food she serves is according to Luken's taste. However, she had never directly communicated with her master and was not familiar with the man's habits.

Indeed, Dena was just being nice, seeing Allen fall, her instincts told her that she had to help the poor young man. But she didn't know that if Luken didn't say anything, the maids or anyone else wouldn't be allowed to move.

"Mr. Luken, please forgive Dena, she's new. I'll discipline her again," Maggy coaxed, she glanced at Dena and Allen who were still holding on to each other, a little annoyed in her heart.

Luke didn't answer at all. His expression was still the same.

"Mr. Luken, how about this ..."

Maggy's words were cut off when Luken's hand signaled her to stop. Maggy bowed down and said goodbye.

On the other hand, the two had reached the door and Allen stepped inside holding onto the wall.

Dena is still worried. "Sir Allen, is it okay for you to do it yourself?"

Allen tried to smile through the pain. "It's okay. I can do it."

"What if I hold you? You don't have to be ashamed, I'll turn around and not see," Dena offered.

Allen's brow furrowed, he had felt the pain and couldn't bear to pee, he couldn't digest it consciously. Before he could ask, Dena was suddenly knocked out because a hand pushed her violently until she fell. Allen was startled, then felt someone else's presence at the door. That person is very tall. His eyes stared with a dangerous aura.

"Mr. Luken, do you want to use the toilet too?" Allen ventured to ask.

But a large hand caught his wrist, and he was pulled in. There was the sound of the door closing loudly. When Allen turned around, it was the toilet door that made the cruel sound. Also, Luken was inside with him.

"I'll hold your IV, do it quickly." Luken said as if it didn't matter.

It was just that Allen was already embarrassed and he panicked. "N-No. No problem, I can do it myself. You ... you can get out."

Allen basically had no memory of anything after he came to his senses, but Nick said Luken was his master and he was just a bodyguard. This action is very inappropriate for masters and bodyguards, right?

Allen had almost forgotten the pain in his wound. His heartbeat was beating very fast. Because Luken was tall, it was like he was crushing on Allen, and this oppression was so real. Allen could feel Luken's body heat making his fever worse and his mind starting to play strange tricks. Making his legs weak like jelly.

"Look at you ... having trouble standing." Luken could only stare at the top of Allen's head now. He firmly held the IV bag.

His eyes intensively scanned Allen's expression, finding the young man exhausted from embarrassment. Realizing that this young man was very slender and gentle.

Allen could feel Luken's hot gaze on his body, so he quickly turned to the toilet.

But this position ...

"I'll do it quickly. You can cover your nose," Allen said.

Luke's eyes darkened. "I will wait."

Allen replied, "I'll be quick."

Allen tugged at the strings on his pajama pants, he didn't think about it, but it turned out to be really hard to untie. For a few seconds, with powerless hands, he tried in vain to open it.

"What is it?" Luken asked impatiently.

"Sister Eva tied it too tightly. It won't open."

Still holding the IV above, Luken's head lowered to see what was happening. His hand reached out to help untie his pants.

"It's a dead knot."

Allen was in a complicated mind. Constantly looking down made his headache worse. "Mn. Maybe I should cut it or—"

The words stopped as Luken handed the IV bag back in his hand, while the man crouched down at his feet. Allen reflexively backed off.

"No. Don't do that!" Allen continued to back away, almost slipping down, but two pairs of hands held his waist.

"Can you shut up?"

Allen instantly fell silent. There are two reasons for this; because he was afraid of Luken's cold voice and because the previous movement seemed to have pulled at his wound, so it hurt a lot.

Allen bit his lip. He didn't have time to be embarrassed at what Luken did next, then the knot in his pants was undone. Luken took over the IV again.

"It's open," said Luken, whose voice was deep and heavy in Allen's ears.

Wasting no time, Allen went about his business, his heart pounding. This time it wasn't embarrassment and nervousness, but rather a whole pain started to radiate from his stomach all over his body, like being stabbed by a needle. He tried his best to stay on his feet even though his fingers felt thick as if his flesh had grown a lot.

Somehow moving just a little took a lot of energy. As soon as he turned around, he was out of breath, and his chest heaved up and down rapidly. Very painful.

"What's wrong?"

He heard Luken's deep voice and tried to look up only to find his vision blurry. Gradually numbness, turning significantly into a severe pain in his chest.

"Hey? Allen? Allen Walker?" Luken's tone was worried.

For Allen the sound was far away. And what is his name? He didn't remember anything; his name, where he lives, his family and everything. But when this man called his name, he liked the name. Even if it wasn't his name, he would like it.

Allen couldn't hear anything else at this point. His body floated lightly into the air. A pair of strong hands gripped his arms and legs tightly. Even though it hurt a lot, Allen could only complain weakly. Allen didn't know why, when he opened his eyes again, the world was spinning rapidly around him.

And then nothing.

***

"How is he?"

Luken ends up inviting another doctor to his mansion. Given that Nick was out of town, he wouldn't have arrived sooner even if Luken had called him.

The doctor he invited this time was a man old enough to go around examining patients from house to house, but this was all his men could urgently get hold of.

"One of his wounds had an infection and it was the one that was closer to his lungs. Given his condition, he shouldn't be at home." The doctor looked at several supporting medical devices in the luxurious room, adding, "Although the equipment here is complete, it seems that the patient is still required to be under the doctor's supervision. I suggest to—"

"Don't say things I didn't ask," Luken cut in coldly.

At first the old doctor looked at Luken as an ordinary man, hearing him speak in this tone, the old doctor immediately became nervous. "Hm, yeah, so far I've been able to stabilize him for a while and he still needs some medication—"

"Gil, write everything down," Luken ordered.

Gil is one of Luken's two trusted bodyguards, who is also his personal assistant. The man is a quiet man and doesn't talk much, but is very good at fighting, especially in taekwondo.

Gil opened the note and readied the pen.

The doctor saw all this and became more and more nervous. He was a professional doctor who had faced many families of patients, but this was the first time he had stuttered.

"Let me write the prescription," said the doctor.

Gil just stood still and didn't move.

Luken said, "Gil, give him the paper."

Hearing the order, then Gil moved. To the doctor's eyes, all this scene looked like a puppet show and wooden puppets being moved by a rope.

He quickly prescribed some medicine for Allen. In his heart, he feel sorry for the fate of the poor young man. He guessed that the youngster might be being locked up and kidnapped by the owner of this huge mansion, so he wasn't taken to the hospital even though his condition was quite bad.

Gil took a prescription from the doctor and drives the doctor back home on Luken's orders. At the same time redeem drugs on the way home.

Right now, Luken didn't move in his position. His tall body blocked the bright light from the window, casting a shadow over Allen's face, preventing him from being dazzled.

There was no one else in the room but the two of them. Luken's feet stepped closer to the boy who was sleeping uncomfortably, remembering how the young man slumped in his arms and Luken felt like his chest was being pressed by something heavy.

He felt pain and shortness of breath, as if the one injured was himself.

Luken didn't know why.

Luken also didn't understand why his fingers moved to brush away the wet bangs that partially covered Allen's forehead. Feeling the heat against his skin, Luken was unhappy. His head lowered, kissing the top of the boy's head, and when he realized what he was doing, he quickly backed away. Get out of that room.

Along the way, Luken's heart was filled with anger and resentment, but what was even more intense was a deep sense of longing.

"I don't care, but you have to come back today," he said shortly after making the call, still feeling irritated.

tbc.