The president's surrogate wife, he always wants to escape

morning

Harmore woke up from the bed in a daze, his forehead was hot.

The words "speechless" were written all over Hammer's face, and he just looked at the ceiling while panting.

"Don't you know what your physique is?"

Harmore became irritable, and sat up with difficulty while supporting the head of the bed. He looked dazedly at the room looking for Saiman, but he couldn't find anyone anywhere.

Harmore immediately panicked, and his face turned pale instantly.

He threw off the quilt and staggered out of bed, and fell down because he was too anxious, the pain made him tear up.

But he didn't care so much, he stumbled towards the door, his eyes were very red.

You bastard, run again, you still run at this time.

Tears flowed down the corners of Hammer's eyes, he bit his lip and endured the pain in his throat, and opened the door of the room, panting and making an unsteady top-heavy foot.

Realizing that he was about to faint, Harmore immediately grabbed the door, but before he could hold it tightly, he fell limply forward.

"Lord Harmore."

Oss's eager voice sounded, and Harmore could hear it clearly, but he fell into the embrace of a familiar person who hurried over.

Not sure if he was dizzy and made a mistake, Hamoel raised his eyes blurred by tears, grabbed the clothes of the visitor and looked up at him in a panic.

It was the anxious Saiman Hamoel who came into view, and he was relieved, and also angrily slapped Saiman on the chest, tears kept falling.

"My fault, I shouldn't have left at this time."

Saiman immediately picked up Hammer, who was very hot, and let Harmore stroke his long hair on his body, anxiously comforting him.

He knew that Harmore must have woken up and found that he was gone and thought he was gone, so he came out crying to find him.

"Why don't you just go far away, why are you coming back!"

Harmore, who was lying on Saiman's body, cursed, his voice was hoarse and choked. He was wearing a thin silk nightgown, messy silver-white long hair, and a beautiful face with pale and tear stains. He was so delicate that it made people feel distressed.

"I just went downstairs and ordered the kitchen to prepare some porridge for you, and I didn't go anywhere."

Saiman easily supported Harmore's body with one hand, while the other big hand held Harmore's cold feet without shoes, and held them gently in the palm.

He didn't even know that Harmoll's feet were so cold, but his body was so hot.

And it's so light, he can easily lift Harmore with one hand without any effort.

Harmore was not happy when he heard this explanation, nor did he stop crying.

He only knew that he didn't see Saiman when he woke up, and his mind was full of images of Saiman leaving. He thought that Saiman would let him go if he got him, and he was so afraid that he couldn't make a sound.

Just like the nightmares he had every time, in the dream Saiman kept walking with others, all men and women he didn't know, they snuggled in Saiman's arms and laughed at him wantonly, mocking him as a coward and deserved it Saiman doesn't want him.

Instead of helping him, Saiman pushed him away, took those people away from him, and left him alone in the empty, dark room to fend for himself.

The thought of these dreams made Harmore fearful that they might come true, and so he feared at once when Saimon was not around him.

Oss, who was standing outside the door, seemed to be used to seeing Harmore crying so sadly, so he wasn't too surprised.

In the past, he often saw Harmoll having nightmares, waking up in tears, hugging his body and crying bitterly, not only because of Saiman, but also because of his family.

Maybe it was because of too much pressure and no one around him to rely on, so he often had nightmares, cried when he woke up, learned to smoke when he was in poor health, coughed after smoking, and rushed to the bathroom to vomit after coughing.

Saiman knew that Hammer's poor health was not congenital, but that he had endured too much pressure the day after tomorrow and his weak body was broken.

Oss closed the door silently to prevent the servants from hearing Hammer's cries.

He leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette, looked out the window at the end of the hallway, and muttered to himself, "When will this all end?"

Although he felt sorry for Harmore, Oss also had a hard time. When he chose to be with Harmore, he also left the family and hadn't seen his family for a long time.

"Did something happen?"

Lan Ke rushed over in a hurry, probably hearing some movement.

"fine."

Oscar said lightly.

"But why do I seem to hear Lord Harmoll crying?" Lan Ke stared at Oss with puzzled eyes.

Oss didn't explain, picked up Lank's back collar and took Lanke to the stairs and said, "Let's have breakfast first, I'll be busy later."

In fact, Oss was busy but Rank was not busy. He was afraid that Rank would take him away when he heard Hammer's cry.

"I can walk by myself, please don't do this."

Rank blushed softly in protest, and tugged on the collar to make Oss let go.

Oss suddenly stopped and looked back at Lan Ke. Lan Ke didn't pay attention and ran into Oss's arms directly. His nose hit Oss's chin. The pain caused tears to fill his eyes.

He covered his sore nose and looked up at Oss, who stopped suddenly, with a puzzled look on his face.

"From now on, I'll just stand at the door of the room, and you don't have to stand." Oss said suddenly and seriously.

"why?"

Rank, who was covering his nose, didn't understand, and the nosebleed suddenly dripped down.

Oss immediately frowned, how weak?

"I'm sorry, I'll go clean up right away."

Rank panicked and ran to the public toilet beside him, leaving behind Oss who was watching his back.

"How can you be a knight with small arms and legs? It looks like it will break if you hit it."

Oss muttered, frowning again.