Astounded, she stopped, forgetting that she was on the treadmill with a high-speed setting. Her balance went wrong and she slipped back and closed her eyes, afraid of the impact of fall.
But instead of falling, she felt the taut muscles of the man who was the cause of the fall. His arms on her waist, holding her steady. She was leaning on his chest. She could feel His warm and sculpted chest touching her sweaty back between a mere thin white fabric. It was like he was touching her bareback.
Her heartbeat turned wildly erratic. She didn't try to move from his strong arms who were swallowing her whole. She had a hard time feeling her voice to say that she was fine or moving his knees which had gone weak. She could hear his calm heartbeat. She was all sweaty and wet while he was not.
This made her feel how could that be. It was confirmed that he was here before she came. That's why she didn't notice him. And he was using all the complicated machines, she has only seen in the gym.
Why wasn't he sweating? And here she was sweating like a pig. All she was thinking while still leaning in his arms.
He was amused to look at her face who was afraid first, then relaxed, but again tensed then blushed. And now confused and then angry. She was just like a film, showing so many expressions in just a minute.
How could a person be so vivid and like an open book to show every feeling on her face?
"I always thought using a treadmill was the easiest. But now it doesn't look like It. What do you think little angel? " he whispered in her ears.
"Yes. No, I mean no. It's just I got distracted looking at your body. I mean by looking at you. I forgot I was on the treadmill and stopped. I am sorry." She said still in his arms.
"Hmmm. Are you sorry for falling or..." He took a long pause "are you feeling sorry for admiring my chest. Hmmm?"
But before she could say anything, he resumed "or are you sorry that you could only see but not able to touch it, that's why you are still in my arms?"
"I... I am not able to move. My ankle is sprained" she barely whispered. Worry instantly flashed in his eyes and he took her in his arms and carried her to the nearby bench. He put her there gently. And squatted in front of her.
He was about to take off her shoes when she stopped him "I don't think you should do that." When he looked up, she replied "I am your maid, how can you touch my shoes or feet? I will use the tube later in my room."
"In which century are you living, you made me think of a tyrant who used to make these kinds of rules. Like in this condition he would have happily shouted: "that's right, a demon should be in the feet of an angel."
"Do you really think pain should care about who is taking care of whom? And which action of mine made you feel that you are a mere maid for me. Huh?"
First, she was listening to her logical reply in an impressed manner. Then she got confused 'here he goes again on his angel and demon ramble. Blah blah blah.
But his last sentence stunned her. That's right he never behaved as his boss or treated her as his mere maid. If managing her harem was deleted then she lived like the mistress of this house. Who does nothing except cooking for her husband.
That's why she had to make herself memorize again and again that he had nothing to do with her. Oh lord couldn't she have him.
Look how worried he was just because she sprained her ankle. When she was working in the cafe, she had fallen once and had muscle ruptured but no one cared. They only scolded her for breaking the glasses.
Had anyone cared about her before she lost her memories but if they do, why didn't they come for her? She was lost in her thoughts and didn't notice when a single tear of emptiness slipped her eyes and fell on his hands.
He flinched and closed his eyes due to the pain she brought to his palms. He couldn't bear the touch of angels' tears which are filled with pure energy. It must be a tear of pain that inflicted the burn.
If it would have been of happiness only itchiness and marks would have remained.
She sensed the jerking of his hands and looked down to notice his hand had a fresh burn mark. She instinctively held his hand in hers and questioned worriedly "how did this happen?"
"You did it, little angel." He replied shrugging his shoulders and sitting on the bench with her.
It again surprised her. 'She didn't have anything to burn him, and she would never even think to hurt him. Then how did this happen? ' but she knew asking him will only result in more of his angel demon theory.
Is he delusional? she thought and blew on his hand.
"Do you want to soothe it?" He asked, arching a brow.
'He had never seen an angel caring about a demon before. But he liked the idea.' And as expected, she instantly nodded her head so hard that it could even fall.
He laughed at his thoughts, "then kiss it." He said, smirking.
It made her widen her eyes again. How could a kiss heal a wound? Is he a kid? She remembered how the children in the orphanage fell and cried then a sister would blow and kiss on their wounds and tell them it would heal now.
'Was he still living in the foolish theory? But there was nothing wrong, if it soothed him'