Chapter 2 The Proposal
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He didn’t answer right away.
Dr. Ethan Lee just stood there.
Looking at me.
Like he was studying a case he already solved, but didn’t like the result.
Then he sighed.
Not scared.
Not surprised.
“That’s a very specific question,” he said.
I didn’t blink.
“Answer it,” I said firmly.
Silence again.
He walked slowly toward the desk and placed his hand on it , like he needed support.
Or like he was thinking something very important.
“I didn’t create your face,” he finally answered.
I frowned.
“Excuse me?”
He looked at me.
Calm.
Too calm.
“I repaired it,” he continued. “You were barely alive when they brought you in. Your face wasn’t really the priority.”
I didn’t like that answer.
“Then why do I look like this?”
He leaned back slightly.
“Because I chose the best reconstruction possible.”
I stared at him.
“So you’re telling me…” I pointed at my face. “…this is your idea of 'best’?”
A pause.
“Yes,” he replied ,like he was so proud of what he did.
I almost choked, because that made sense.
“Are you insulting me right now?” I know that what he said was right, but still.
“No,” he said quickly. “It’s medically accurate.”
That made it worse.
I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes.
“Did you know that I I was sent to kill you?”
“Yes.”
Another silence.
I blinked.
“That’s it? Just ‘yes’?” This guy is so weird, how can he stay calm like everything is just a normal thing.
He nodded once.
Like we were talking about the weather.
I felt my patience c***k a little.
“You’re either very brave or very stupid,” I said.
“Neither,” he replied. “Just honest.”
That didn’t help.
I stepped closer.
Slow.
Careful.
Like I was still deciding if I should kill him right here right now. I still feel a little weak because my body is aching everywhere, but I know that I can still end him if I want to.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t even flinch.
That annoyed me more.
“You saved me,” I said.
“Yes.”
“And now I have this face.”
He corrected me immediately.
“Reconstructed face.”
I ignored him.
“And I failed my mission.”
“Yes.”
I leaned in slightly.
“So what now?”
That question hung between us.
For the first time, he didn’t answer immediately.
His eyes shifted, just for a second, to the folder on the table.
Then back to me.
“You don’t remember anything after the explosion?” he asked.
I hesitated but I decided to answer honestly.
“No,” I answered .
He nodded slowly.
Like he expected that.
“That’s explosion is not an accident,” he said.
My expression changed.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He straightened his posture .
And this time, his calm tone dropped a little.
“You were not the only one on that mission site.”
My stomach tightened.
“Explain properly.” I need answers, everything is so messy right now.
He walked to the window.
Looked outside before speaking again.
“There were four agents sent to kill me, and you're the only one who survived."
I frowned.
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“It does , if someone wanted all of you erased.” He answered instantly , like he's sure of everything he just said.
That word hit differently.
Erased.
Not killed.
Erased.
I didn’t move.
“So someone tried to kill me ” I said slowly. “And you just happened to save me?” I added.
He turned back to me.
For the first time, his expression wasn’t fully calm.
“Yes. "
I narrowed my eyes.
“That sounds suspicious.”
He nodded.
“I agree.”
That caught me off guard.
“You agree?”
“Yes.”
Then he added—
“But I didn’t have a choice.”
Silence again.
The room felt smaller.
He walked back toward me, stopping a safe distance away.
“You were brought to my hospital under a false identity,” he said. “No records. No name. Just a body that wasn’t supposed to exist anymore. "
I looked down slightly.
"So why did you save me?" No matter how hard I think, I can't understand why someone will save the one who tried to kill him.
I frowned.
He didn’t answer immediately.
Then he said it.
“Because I recognized you.”
My almost skipped a beat. That's doesn't make sense. This is my first time meeting him. (except the time when I almost killed him)
“Recognized me how?” I asked , confused.
He looked at me directly.
“From the contract files of course.”
Oh right, so he's not clueless at all.
My world tilted slightly, but I kept my face steady.
“So you knew that there is someone after your life and that's me?” I said.
“Yes.”
“And you still operated on me.”
“Yes.”
I stared at him.
“Are you an i***t? Why would you save someone who tried to kill you?”
No sane man will do that.
A small pause before he answered.
“I’m worse at ignoring dying patients,” he said with a chuckle.
What an easygoing man. What should I do now?
Is the organization is the one who tried to kill me? Is it safe for me to go outside right now?
“So what’s the plan? Are you going to send me to jail?” I asked him while looking at his reaction.
To my surprise he just cracked a smile.
That damn smile can pass for a toothpaste commercial.
“No, I want you to work for me instead.” He answered.
“How? Do you want me to kill someone for you?” I asked him, because that’s the only thing I can think of when he said he wants me to work for him.
He shake his head and answered.
“Be my wife for a year”
“What?!” I answered with my mouth a little open from the shocked.
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