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My Dear, He is Dangerous and Charming

Already worn out and recovering from her own painful breakup, the exhausted protagonist is suddenly tasked with looking after Eason Morris, her friend's younger brother. Though he is a tall, handsome college student brimming with youthful energy, a twisted ankle has left him temporarily sidelined. Feeling guilty for imposing on her near campus, a self-conscious Eason offers to find other arrangements, setting off an unexpected domestic dynamic in this captivating modern romance.
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Chapter 2

We returned home in silence, and eventually, I couldn’t bear the inner guilt any longer. I decided to speak up.

“About last night…”

“It’s my fault,” Eason cut me off suddenly, looking genuinely contrite. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have drunk so much. If you want to report me, I’m ready to face the consequences.”

Report him?

My eyelids fluttered. I was drunk too and couldn’t clearly remember how things started, making it hard to blame him entirely.

More importantly, I had a nagging feeling that I might have been the one who stirred things up.

I forced a casual laugh. “Between adults, it’s fine. It’s nothing to worry about. Don’t let it bother you.”

Inside, I was a bundle of nerves, struggling to keep up a façade of being a carefree lover.

I needed to maintain the act for a few more minutes, even though my smile was becoming strained.

As I considered finding an excuse to retreat to my room, Eason glanced down. “You haven’t eaten yet, right? I’ll make us something.”

I scratched my head and sat down on the sofa, feeling a bit down.

I thought it might be best to get away for a couple of days to clear my mind.

The dinner table atmosphere was awkward, especially when Eason mentioned it was his first time.

My guilt reached its peak.

But I couldn’t help but think silently.

It was my first time too.

“I… I saw some blood on the couch cover this morning. Did I hurt you?”

At that moment, I felt all the blood rush to my face. “Let’s not discuss this any further.”

I raised my voice, trying to stop him from continuing.

The small apartment felt even more suffocating, and all I wanted was to find a hole to crawl into.

Ring-ring…

The doorbell rang, cutting through the awkward silence.

It was Luther Nash, my ex-boyfriend, who came to beg for another chance.

Seeing him again, after all we’d been through, made me want to yell at him, but I couldn’t get the words out.

Luther pleaded, saying he didn’t want to break up and was trying to make amends.

I stared at his sincere face. It was the same face that had deceived me so completely before.

“Just go. Don’t come back. Let’s end things on good terms.” This was probably the most generous I could be.

But as I tried to shut the door, Luther pushed his way in and saw Eason.

“No wonder you wanted to break up so quickly. You’ve already moved on! Were you seeing him behind my back?”

I was shocked by his nerve.

The angrier and more frustrated I felt, the more I struggled to find the right words. I ended up fuming, only to get even more upset afterward as I replayed the encounter in my mind.

“Get out!” I pointed to the door.

But after spotting Eason, Luther shamelessly added, “I’ve slept with men before, and now you’ve done the same. We’re even, right? You should be satisfied.”

I couldn’t believe I’d ever been with such a jerk!

I was so furious I felt like I might explode. “You…”

Bang!

Eason's punch came out of nowhere, landing with a brutal force.

His aggression was shocking, a stark contrast to the gentle demeanor he’d shown me.

I was momentarily stunned by his fierceness, and only when Luther was crying out in pain did I snap out of it and grab Eason's arm.

Eason shot me a quick look before dragging the incapacitated Luther out of the room as if he were trash.

For a moment, I was more impressed by his strength than shocked by his violence.

He’s really strong.

After letting off his steam, Eason’s demeanor softened back to his usual calm self. “Men who stray can’t be trusted. They might bring diseases.”

I slumped onto the sofa, feeling defeated. “It seems rare to find a man who doesn’t stray. Even in places like schools, where you’d think there’d be higher standards, there are male teachers who do.”

As soon as I finished speaking, Eason started rummaging through his backpack. “What are you looking for?”

Before I could finish my question, he pulled out a medical report.

For some reason, my eyelids twitched.

It was Eason’s health report, including tests for sexually transmitted infections and genetic screenings, right at the top.

He said, “I haven’t been with anyone else.”

I admit, at that moment, I might have lost my mind. Otherwise, why would I have asked, “So you’re not going to stray in the future? You’ll be faithful to just me?”