Although I woke up with a slight headache, I felt so much better than yesterday. My throat was no longer sore, my nose not runny- my body had returned all back to normal. Strange... how did I suddenly get so much better? I pressed my fingers against my temples, trying to ease the throbbing pain in my head as I thought back to what happened yesterday. The remembrance of opening the front door was crystal clear, but what happened afterwards? There was a faint memory of someone telling me that I had fainted. I tried to think of who that was but my mind was hazy. This was probably caused by the constant pounding in my skull.

I sat up and took a look around the room for any clues to my speedy recovery. Everything was just as I left it until I spotted my nightstand. There was a glass of water, an opened box of Advil, and a bucket of water on it. Those were things one would use to take care of a sick one. Did someone take care of me when I was sick? I tried to think of anyone who would do that for me, but my mind was blank. No one cared about me, all they cared about was my freaking fortune. I can not even begin to explain how frustrating and heartbreaking it is to meet someone who you thought truly wanted to befriend you only to find out later that they were just doing it to gain something out of the friendship- money.

You would've assumed that I learned my lesson from trusting these kind of people, but I didn't. I met a woman and fell heads over heels for her. She made me happy. I thought we were meant to be, but she was just like the others. She only stayed by my side for my fame, my wealth, and the title "wife of Samsung Group successor". When the truth came out, I was heartbroken. I spent over a month locked up in my apartment in denial. The denial soon wore off and I promised myself to never make the same mistake again. I gave up on love. I locked up my heart and threw away the key. I was so freakin' sick and tired of being purposely approached by strangers who had a deliberate plan of getting a profit out of me. Not only did I give up on love, I gave up on trusting people. They were all lying deceiving creatures who wanted to get something out of me. If being alone is my fate, then I'll just have to accept it.

I blinked my eyes a few times to snap myself out of the past. It's all in the past, let's forget it. Let it go. My eyes wandered from the nightstand to the person snoring softly beside me. When did this person get here??? How did I not notice this until now? Man, was I really this oblivious?

As quietly as I could, I leaned toward the sleeping figure and tried to see who it was. To my dismay, I couldn't see anything, not even a single facial feature. There was hair blocking the way. Dark brown hair that covered the face like a curtain. My only clue was that the person was a female. I mean, it could be a guy with long hair, but that was highly unlikely in my opinion. I was about to give up when the person groaned and shifted into a different sleeping position, revealing her face at last.

It was Wilson.

The moment I saw her face, I instantly remembered everything that happened the night before. She was the one who brought me into my room. She gave me medicine and took care of me.

I looked closely at the girl I just met a few weeks ago. I've never really paid much attention to her and I've only just realized how attractive she looked. The fact that her thin, layered dark brown hair was all over the place did not ruin her beauty. It gave her a natural look, only making her stand out even more in my eyes. Her lips were slightly parched. Did she not drink enough water? Was it because she was too busy taking care of me? I shook the thoughts away hastily and continued to stare at her.

She had deep bags underneath her eyes. I shouldn't have told all the staff to give their work to her just for the spur of the moment. Now I feel guilty for what my rash actions. Wait what? What was I thinking? Guilty? What was wrong with me?? I wanted to push these thoughts away again, but I didn't. I needed to figure out these conflicted feelings in my heart. Was what I thought was impossible happening? Was I falling in love with her? It's true we fight and argue at least once a day, but the fact that she had the nerve to argue with me was what made her special. She didn't give a damn whether I was rich or not. If she felt something was not right, she would open her mouth and say it. Something I was starting to appreciate.

Her skin looked smooth and soft, I suddenly had the urge to feel it. Before I knew what had gotten into me, I reached out toward her cheek and gently brushed my fingertips against it.

The moment I did that, I regretted it. Why? Because it woke her up.

I watched as she lifted her head up and yawned. Her hair was still a mess and I could see a little bit of drool on the corner of her mouth. I reached over and wiped it away. She froze and watched in shock.

"Uh.. what did you just do?" she asked suspiciously.

"There was drool on your face. It was gross. I was wiping it off for my sake, not yours," I lied. The truth was that I wanted to touch her. Her skin was soft, just as I expected.

"Oh sorry. And thanks."

"Thank you for taking care of me last night," I said awkwardly. I think this is the first time I've ever thanked someone sincerely for something.

"No problem, it was my fault to begin with anyways. Are you feeling better now?" she asked.

"I have a bit of a headache, but I'm much better."

"You should take another tablet of Advil then. I think it'll help." She reached over to the nightstand and picked up the box of Advil. "Let me see if that's okay cause I'm not sure. I don't want to make you sick again." She scanned the back of the box for instructions. As she did that, I couldn't help but stare at her face again.

It surprised me when she suddenly looked up and saw me staring. I quickly looked away and prayed that she wouldn't say anything.

"Great news!" she smiled happily as if she found gold. "Advil can help with headaches." She reached into the box and took out a tablet. "Here." She handed it to me just like she did yesterday along with a glass of water. I took it and was about to take it when a brilliant idea popped in my head.

"Make me something to eat first," I ordered. "I'm hungry. I think it'll be better this way."

She rolled her eyes but did not argue. "Fine. Get up and come out into the kitchen. I am not bringing it into your room. It's not like you can't use your legs."

"But-"

"No buts if you want me to cook something," she threatened before walking toward the door.

"Wait!" I exclaimed.

She stopped and turned around. "What?"

"Can you help me change into something clean? I feel weak and unbalanced. You wouldn't want me to fall and hurt myself, would you?" I smirked.

"Urgh, I am not your servant!"

"Oh did you forget who made me sick?"

"I'll do it jeez," she surrendered. She walked over to me and helped me get up.

"Help me, I'm weak remember?"

She held my hand and "helped" me get to my feet. Then she brought me over to my walk in closet and asked me what I would like to change into. "Uhm, how about something casual. Today is a Saturday after all." She picked out a striped tee, and a gray cardigan and threw it at me.

I began to unbutton my dress shirt and her eyes widened in horror. She quickly faced her back at me and I couldn't help but laugh at her nervousness. "What? You never seen a shirtless man before?" I teased. She didn't answer.

After I changed and washed up, we went into the kitchen together. I sat at the kitchen counter and watched her cook.

"What are you making?" I asked curiously.

"Porridge."

"Are you good at cooking?"

"I don't know. I rarely ever cook, I usually buy takeout and fast food," she revealed.

"Why don't you have a single family photo in your apartment?" Wilson asked a few minutes later when the house became silent, making things awkward.

"Is there a law saying that I have to have one?" I retorted.

"Well there's isn't but-"

"But what?"

"But..."

"Exactly."

An hour later...

"Is it done yet?" I complained. "It's taking forever. We should've just cooked something premade. It would've been much faster than your stupid porridge."

"It's done gosh." She went over to the rice cooker and opened the lid. I sniffed the air hoping for a delicious smell but there was nothing. I watched as she scooped a bowl of it out. She placed it in front of me and it was nothing like I expected. It was white. You could see rice in it but it had sunk to the bottom. I got a spoonful of it and reluctantly stuck it in my mouth.

It tasted terrible. TERRIBLE. I've never tasted something so bad before. It was salty and for some reason, it was sour too.

"Is it good?" she asked eagerly.

"Nope," I said honestly.

She frowned. "Sorry this is my first time making it. Don't eat it. I'll heat up a frozen pizza for you." She reached out to take the bowl but I stopped her.

"I can still eat it. It'll be a waste for you to just dump it. And besides you made it for me." I forced another spoonful into my mouth and smiled weakly.