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Chapter 20

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I turn around again and again between the covers of my bed.
I can't sleep, and I give up my attempts to close my eyes for hours in the hope that Morpheus will notice me. I lift my chest and rub my eyes with the palms of my hands to get used to seeing again; I notice the  sky, now dark, that I see from the window of my room, deducting it's full night.
My gaze shifts to the bedside table, and to the necklace with the emerald color pendant, which shines under the moonlight.
"For my brightest star" I can't get this off my head..
Maybe it's not from him, I also thought of Seonghwa, that it was his wedding present for me; but the second later I remembered that my future husband is just a stable boy, not an Earl with money to spend to buy the favors of a servant whom he is obsessed with.
I am convinced, Wooyoung has given me this wonderful necklace with just one purpose, but he will have nothing from me in this way.
I get out of bed, now angry and hurt by the thought that he made of me; I take the pendant tight in my fist and I go with determination towards the room next to mine..that of Earl Wooyoung.

I open the wooden door slowly so as not to make any noise, and step forward on the tips of my bare feet.
It takes me a few seconds to orient myself and to locate the bedside table wedged between the wall and the large four-poster bed;
Where i see him lying, on his back, wearing only white cotton trousers, leaving his lean but at the same time impressive figure exposed, illuminated by the warm light of a lit candle next to him, which highlights his sculpted body.
Trying not to think too much about his abdominal lines or his broad shoulders, I slowly approach my goal, holding the skirt of my dress with one hand, and the necklace that deprived me of rest in the other.
Seeing the light of the emerald shining under the candle placed on the bedside table, I let out a sigh of relief, as if I had taken a weight off myself, which is immediately replaced by concern in hearing indefinite mumbles coming from my right.
I turn slowly, terrified at the thought that Wooyoung finds me in his room at night in inappropriate clothes, and I see him turn his face towards me, but without ever opening his eyes.
I remain frozen, in the fear that even my breath can wake him.
And in those seconds that seem to last an eternity, I get lost in observing the details of his face, from the long hair that falls on his cheek to his full lips, to the mole under his eye and the one on his lip, which I had never noticed before.
Sure now that I hadn't woken him up, I turned around and resumed my way to the door.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
A hoarse voice from sleep paralyzes me, and a hand tightens firmly on my wrist, stopping my heartbeat.