Chapter 130
Seoul, Korea
Snowdrop Suite
“Uncle doesn’t know I remember,” Rain whispered, her attention on the foot on her lap she was massaging.
Kita hated his feet being touched, but if he had socks on he wasn’t as ticklish, and he needed a foot rub after their workout. He sat watching her as intently as she was watching what she was doing.
There was something strangely spiritual and calming about the simplistic moment they were sharing…
And if he were to be honest with himself, he hated how much he liked it.
“I know the journal Uncle gave me, saying it was my mother’s, was actually him trying to give me a mother,” Rain said, her brows pulling together. “It was very nice of him to do, and I’m not mad at him for lying to me. When I was little I needed that, even if I knew it wasn’t really from her. There isn’t much I remember about her that was good, if I were being honest.”
“Does that bother you?” Kita asked in a whisper.
She shook her head. “It used to. Not anymore though. I don’t like my mother because she took my father from me. That wasn’t fair. She tried to kill me, more than once,” she admitted.
Kita’s eyes widened; he was unaware of more than the one attempt on her life at the hands of her mother.
“I learned to swim because baths could be deadly under her supervision,” Rain whispered.
Kita reached out and wiped away the tear that rolled down Rain’s cheek for her.
“Thank you.”
“It was not thankworthy, Seon Rain,” he promised, and she blushed.
Rain always blushed when he tells her that.
This was a conversation she didn’t want to have with anyone, but with the approaching anniversary of Rain’s parents deaths, it was one they needed to have.
“I’m not my mother and I wish Uncle would understand that,” Rain said after a stretch of silence. “I know you’re worried about my mental well-being, and kept counting my medications to see if I was taking them or not… I’m not,” she informed him, looking up from his feet she was rubbing to him.
Kita offered a small, almost amused, smile. “I know you are not, and I am not concerned with that. After the first couple of days and there was no change in the amount of pills in the bottles, I took it upon myself to look them up. There was no reason, in my opinion, for you to be on mood stabilizers and antipsychotics. The anxiety pills I could understand, but you have not requested a refill for what William helped himself to.”
Rain blushed. “I haven’t taken them in years, aside from the occasional antianxiety pill. I would flush the hardcore medications in the morning so Uncle didn’t worry about me. Since he wasn’t here monitoring me, I didn’t bother with the charade.”
Kita chuckled; she was a defiant little thing.
“I only visit my parents ashes because Uncle wants me to,” she said with a sigh. “If it were up to me, I would remove Father’s urn away from the urn of the woman that took his life. But that would hurt Uncle’s feelings so I suffer through it. I don’t need to talk to my father’s ashes once a year for him to know I miss him. He already does, and I speak with him often.”
“Talk to Chairman Hu about it,” he suggested.
“Talk to your father about the honor your lost,” Rain retorted and he glared at her. “Exactly. It isn’t easy to talk to those we love about what we know will hurt their feelings. It is a curse we must suffer with,” she dramatically told him.
Kita didn’t agree, of course, so he pulled his feet away from her.
“Don’t get closed off on me because we have a differing of opinions and I called you out on something,” Rain scolded, chasing after his feet, scrambling after him on her hands and knees.
He backed himself up against the foot of the bed and pulled his knees to his chest.
She crawled over to him and rested her arms on his knees and leaned into him so they were nose to nose. “Boo!” she said with a smile.
Kita gave her a look.
“Stop running from me-” she started to warn.
“Or you will do what?” he interrupted and suddenly she was on her back and he was pinning her to the floor. “Attempt to take me out?”
Rain looked up at him from her back.
Kita had her hands pinned to the floor above her head, body was pressing against hers, and his face was hovering over hers. They were so close that each breath he exhaled washed over her lips and caused goosebumps to cover her flesh.
It wouldn’t take much to close the distance between them.
Only a fraction of an inch kept their lips from meeting, and it would be effortless to close that distance, but Rain wouldn’t be that girl.
Kita’s last charge had already tormented him with that exact type of thing. Rain didn’t need him to spell it out for her any more than he already had; his last assignment had sexually harassed him and made him feel exceptionally uncomfortable. It was so bad that he risked losing his family’s honor and his father’s presence in his life just to get away from it.
It has been made painfully, almost heartbreakingly, clear that Kita Yasuhiro was only, and could only ever be, her bodyguard.
And that’s all he can be to her.
“Well, yes and no,” Rain said, making a face. “I was just going to remind you that I’m not that scary unless I’m trying to do something completely innocent like walk across a flat surface or not hit you in the crotch without actually hitting you.”
Kita nodded his agreement, his eyes moving over her face many times. “You are showing improvement and a sense of grace.”
A smile filled her face. “I am, huh? It’s solely because of you.”
“No, it is because you allowed me to lead,” he retorted, sitting back off of her.
It was clear, in his mind, that she only viewed him as her bodyguard and trainer, and nothing more so closing the distance between their lips would only complicate things since it wasn’t mutual.
Rain sat up and followed him then sat next to Kita. “I have never allowed anyone to lead me like that before. Take it as a compliment,” she smugly said, softly knocking into him.
Despite himself, Kita smiled.
He liked that admittance more than he should.
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