Chapter 75
Seoul, Korea
Hotel’s World Cuisine Restaurant
Rain sat across from Kita at the table and watched him hiss more than once as he attempted to eat something.
The doctor said it was a hairline fracture, not a full break, and that he needed to ice it and take some pills. He couldn’t take the pills until he ate something, and that was proving to be a task.
“Why don’t you let me make you some broth?” Rain asked, again. “It’ll help with the inflammation. Broth and ginger are good for that. It’ll take me an hour is all. Please?”
Stubborn, Kita shook his head.
“Why?” she whined.
“I want something you can’t make,” he mumbled, speaking through clenched teeth.
The waiter came over and set some plates on the table then dismissed himself.
Rain looked over whatever it was Kita had order then groaned. “I’ll work on being able to make Soufflé Cheesecake,” she grumbled.
Kita smiled then winched. “Ow.”
“That’s what you get for making fun of my inability to make Japanese food,” she informed him. “I’m sorry your sister did that. Was it because of me?” she asked.
He shrugged, carefully spooning some of the fluffy dessert in his mouth.
“That wasn’t very insightful,” she pointed out.
Kita nodded then chuckled when she kicked him under the table. “Ow,” he complained, offering her a spoon. “Stop beating on me, Seon Rain. I’ve been abused by women enough for one day. Give it a try and you’ll see why I wanted it.”
Her face dropped.
“Don’t cry,” he warned. “I don’t like it when you cry. Eat some cheesecake.”
She smiled for his benefit and took a bite, but the tears flooding her eyes were going to fall, he just knew it.
Kita’s mobile phone rang. He pulled it from his inside jacket pocket then made a face, silencing the call.
“Lula?” Rain asked.
“No,” he said before taking another bite then groaned as he tried to chew.
“Lucien?” she pressed.
“Non.”
Rain’s eyes widened. “That’s French… Is your mother or father calling and you aren’t answering?!” she shrieked, snatching his mobile phone before he could stop her. She looked at the caller ID then glared at him. “You should be simply ashamed of yourself. Not answering when your mother is calling is beyond disrespectful! What I wouldn’t give to be able to talk to my mother just once more,” she sniveled before hitting accept call.
Kita sighed, holding his hand out, expectant.
“No,” Rain sneered, putting the phone to her ear. “Hello?”
“Who is this?” Evie Blanchar asked in French.
“You speak Japanese?” Rain asked.
Evie snorted. “Better than you do, apparently,” she said in Japanese. “Why do you have my son’s phone? Did something happen to him?” she demanded in a panic.
Rain looked at Kita. “Your son is as well as his pride will allow him to be. He was injured by Lula in an exhibition and is supposed to be nursing his fractured jaw. That’s why I answered because he wouldn’t, and it isn’t acceptable to me.”
“Of course,” Evie agreed. “There is a story there, is there not?”
“Yes. I suppose,” Rain agreed, making a face. “My mother is dead, so to not answer when his mother is calling isn’t acceptable to me. And if he does it again and I find out about it, I will attempt to reprimand him for his juvenile behavior,” she sternly warned him.
To her surprise, Kita chuckled.
“Did my son just laugh?” Evie asked.
“Yes,” she said, putting the phone on speaker so he could hear. “I wanted to make him some ginger broth to help with the swelling, but he won’t let me.”
Evie groaned. “He is eating Japanese cheesecake, yes?”
“He is,” Rain confirmed. “How did you know?”
“My eldest is a creature of habit,” she said. “Why are they fighting this time? Are you the one they are fighting in regards to?”
Rain’s eyes widened and she looked to Kita. “Am I why you two are fighting?” she demanded.
“Ah, the Korean,” Evie said, speaking in Korean. “Girl, your Japanese is criminal. You sound like Ryunosuke Tsukue. Is that where you learned your Japanese?”
“She did,” Kita said, coming to Rain’s defense. “It’s as impressive as it is terrifying at times, Mother. Madame Evie Blanchar, may I present to you Mademoiselle Seon Rain.”
Rain smiled. “Really?” she asked. “You introduced me to your mother!”
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