Loving You, Couldn't Stop

Part 17

Sunlight streamed into the bedroom, and the alarm on her phone jolted the sleepy woman awake. She glanced around the room, her eyes landing on the rumpled side of the bed that still held the warmth of the previous night. A smile tugged at her lips, even though she was alone in the bedroom.

There were no red marks on her wrist to worry about, but the white fabric on the bed reminded her of the intimate moments they had shared. Becky couldn't help but feel a tinge of embarrassment, especially when she thought about the red mark on her chest. It was something she had to be cautious about, as any visible signs could attract unwanted attention from journalists in the entertainment news.

"Nam must be complaining about this for sure,"

Becky mused to herself. She didn't have to wait long to hear what her personal manager had to say. As soon as he arrived and saw her, she launched into a tirade of words. It was nearly impossible to make out what she was saying, so she let her tire herself out. She stared at her face, expecting some answers on this morning like any other.

"Let's go, Nam. We'll be late for work,"

"No, you have to tell me what happened first,"

Becky wouldn't have minded if there were no visible traces. Journalists seemed to have eyes and ears everywhere nowadays. If they captured an image of her, she would become prey to the gossip-hungry media. Even if she claimed it was a bug bite or an allergic reaction, it wouldn't be enough.

Moreover, she had been summoned by her father, the General, for an urgent meeting. He couldn't bear to see his beloved and cherished daughter in such a state.

"Nothing,"

"How can there be nothing? Becky, even though I can only see one mark, I'm sure there's more,"

Becky sighed and looked at her personal manager, who had always been there for her. It was true that she and the other person had gotten carried away last night, reminiscing about their time together.

"Are you happy, Becky? Wait, no, are you at the junior level or advanced level?" Nam teased.

"Are you really asking, or are you just pretending not to know?"

"I'm pretending to ask. If I didn't know about a mark like this, I'd probably have to become a Num. Are you remembering everything now? No foundation can cover up that scar."

Becky couldn't help but blush and give a shy smile to her manager. It was true that they had reminisced a bit too much.

"It's a good thing there are no public appearances today, just filming for the drama," .

"Yup,"

"If there were any shows where you had to show your skin, I'd have to find a way to hide those red marks,"

Becky nodded in agreement. "Yup."

"There is no denying at all. You have many red spots so what about a doctor? Are there a lot of scratches on her body?"

Nam's question mirrored the concerns of the nurses also in the dermatology department. They were surprised to see Dr. Freen arrive for work in a long-sleeved white shirt and jeans, showcasing her beautiful legs. It was unusual for her to wear jeans, as she typically opted for a white gown. The wrinkled shirt added to the suspicion, as Dr. Freen was known for her neatness.

"Why did Dr. Freen order two cups of strong coffee?" one of the nurses asked, but received no response from the others.

"So, how is Dr. Freen?"

"The doctor didn't say anything. She just had a calm expression on her face,"

"It's strange. Normally, the doctor greets me with a smile, but today she didn't say anything,"