The Power Of The Powerless Gambler

Chapter 11: Sabel and Ravel

Even in his unconscious state, Zack's face retained its striking charisma. His chiseled features were defined by high cheekbones and a strong jawline, giving him an air of effortless elegance. The dim light accentuated the flawless contours of his face, making him look powerful and breathtakingly handsome.

Yuna put a blanket over his chest and sat beside him on the bed.

Victor told her she didn't have to look for Zack and could sleep well in her room, but she insisted on nursing him.

Growing up, she lived in a home where love was abundant. Still, she never considered having her own. Because she knew that "to love is to suffer."

"Watching your love suffer from watching their love suffer is extremely torment."

Yuna let out a heavy sigh, reciting the word from her mind.

'If love is a verb, can I at least make it work?'

Her sense of guilt stemmed from emotional attachment, moral responsibility, and the profound respect she held for the vows they had shared. This inner turmoil left her feeling torn between her sense of duty and the reality of their circumstances.

'If only I could begin to empathize with you or understand what you're going through.'

She pressed her head against the bed 'til she didn't notice she fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Zack awoke with a cough, his throat feeling constricted, and his stomach weighing down as if under a heavy barrel. He attempted to push Yuna away, who had fallen into an odd, entangled position around him. Despite his efforts, he lacked the strength. Yuna's arms were wrapped around Zack's neck, her head resting on his chest, and her legs tangled with his.

"See? I told you she would be the reason for my untimely death."

Zack's voice sounded faint, trying to be audible in a deep, gruff tone.

Victor shook his head in disbelief as he stared at the woman.

"She looked like a pink rabbit wrapping around a lethal serpent." "Pfft..."

Victor couldn't help but snort with a chuckle when he saw Yuna's strange sleeping posture.

"I can swear this is an act of mariticide." he mimicked her earlier threat to everyone, including the president.

The contrast between her serious demeanor back then and her comical position now struck him as funny and oddly fitting.

Victor patted her arm gently, but she slept like a log. She did not move one inch. He removed the cover and tried to untangle her legs, which wrapped like an octopus around Zack's leg. But when Zack saw that she was wearing a bias-cut slip nightgown with a tiny spaghetti strap, he suddenly gained the strength to wiggle his body and pull back the blanket.

"You reckless woman, wake up!"

Neither his rage nor Victor's laughter woke her up, so Zack stood slowly and walked to the home office with Victor.

...

She quickly jumped from the bed and went to Zack's home office to find him as soon as she woke up.

As Yuna peered through the open door, her breath caught at the sight of him. Zack stood at his desk, his posture was powerful. The familiar furrow of his brows and the rigid set of his jaw were unmistakable. It was a stark contrast to the vulnerable state she had seen him in just hours earlier. Relief and a strange sense of nostalgia washed over Yuna. At that moment, she felt a pang of unexpected affection for his usual, irritable demeanor, realizing how much she had missed the familiar intensity of his presence.