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Attention! There is a hint of a heavy scene! Taejun tapped the paper cup of half-finished coffee hesitantly, watching the scene behind him through the reflection in the glass. The dark brown eyes scanned the unfamiliar faces of the customers with indifference, one after the other.

His fingers began to drum lightly on the funny design on the glass with great excitement. Trying to focus all his attention on one girl he knew, Park tried to maintain his usual coolness. But my heart ached and ached uncomfortably, tingling somewhere under my shoulder blade.

He hated the taste of roasted beans, but he drank like he was doing this coffee - and-dinner ritual all the time. As if he didn't want to wince at the unpleasant bitter taste and viscosity on his tongue, like a small child who has tasted something other than caramel candies and a burger for the first time.

Taejun, in the manner of an etiquette teacher, showed how he enjoyed his drink, hoping that she would notice, but alas. All he could see behind the cash register was a gaunt, thin back and small shoulders hidden behind a high ponytail of dark hair. Even by the standards of modern fashion, she was too thin and pale, like an exhausted, fragile butterfly that was gradually dying under the steel threads of the web.

She looks awfully like Yuna. Vulnerability, fear of everyone, and sickening politeness. The pale skin, the shape of the face, the curve of the nose, the large brown eyes framed by thick lashes, the rounded shoulders and thin long fingers-an exact copy of my mother. But this is not his smiling and sunny Yuna, but Jihe — an unnecessary, gray girl who is on the verge of life and death.

They had many similar features and outlines, in which he easily recognized his beloved. But it was just a similarity, nothing more. Jihe was a faded shadow of her own mother, having been in a deep coma for months. White as death, sunken cheeks, dark bags under the eyes, blue bulging veins. Very young, but so stupid, trying to end her life like this, pushing herself to the limit.

— Why -- his cracked, dry lips could barely form a hoarse whisper...

She didn't move, just couldn't because of the complications and the pressure tubes on her body. All she could do was cry while looking into his eyes. Taejun didn't take his eyes off her. Not a muscle moved as the first tiny tears rolled down his cheekbones, staining the white pillow.

The nurse was clearly nervous, hovering around the patient, muttering to herself. She knew how the doctor did not like to listen to the delusions or tearful stories of patients, and often answered rudely or snorting. In Lee's case, it was simply dangerous.

— I... could finally ... see ... my own... — Death is not the solution to all problems, — he said, awkwardly wiping the tears from her face with his hand. — You still have a long way to go. — I have no future, no present, not even a past.… — Then it will be, - he said dryly. — There is always a way out.

Jihye was carefully polishing a tall faceted parfait glass. Judging her work as passable, she put it on a tray with everyone else. There are too many things to do — just too many things to do-to loiter around the cafe. The skin is slightly reddened and softened from the hot water, but this is not at all terrible. After loading all the dirty dishes left over from the customers into the dishwasher, she took off her rubber gloves and hung them on the door handle. Adjusting her apron, which was slightly askew, Leigh went to the warehouse. You need to check the invoice of the accepted goods and remove the semi-finished products with an expiring expiration date.

"Isn't he too late for his lunch break?" she wondered, noticing that all the customers were already gathering, except for one. "It seems that someone is late… "

He is in his forties, well-off and selfish, but he does not look like a typical rich man. Calculating, yes, but even for a man born with a golden spoon in his mouth, he's... strange?

Jihye was nervous because of the presence of Taejun. She felt as if she was about to crack his image. Her heart felt as if she was about to split the image in her head in half. But as luck would have it, the reason for her thoughts seemed to sense that they were thinking about her, and again began to drill her inquisitive gaze directly, completely unabashed by her eccentric behavior. Her fingers trembled slightly as she felt the back of her neck as he followed her every step, every breath. She wanted to look at him askance, to hush, or to make a remark. No, what kind of audacity does it take to come to her every shift and watch her! Like some kind of Stalker!

The girl bit her lip. No, it won't work. It is impossible to push this impudent person to the wall and demand an explanation or at least an apology. Try to talk about his lewd behavior — ignore it or pretend not to hear it, as he liked to do when she asked too many questions.

Gathering her strength and suppressing her shame, Jihe returned to the magazine. Just not to get hung up on the idea that… What?

"Come on, Jihye, how can you be harassed by your own doctor?" she quipped as she sat down on one of the boxes. Flipping through the book to the last page, she began to count the items on the shelves. - "Correction — your former attending doctor."

The cafe is always full of people — after all, it's lunchtime — and managers working in neighboring high-rises constantly choose a diner closer, not cheaper. But the clinic was too far away to come here almost every day. Why would he travel so far for just a cup of coffee? Is there really no good dining room in such an expensive and elite establishment, or are they not paid enough to order lunch directly to work?

For the first few days, Jihye thought she was just imagining things. But a week passed, and then the next, and the doctor's indifferent face continued to be seen in the cafe. Mr. Park ordered a small glass of cappuccino, sat down at the table and silently watched her, visiting the cafe twice a day.

"He's a real stalker," she muttered under her breath, puffing with frustration. Something, and this was exactly what she needed. — How can an adult and well-mannered person engage in such a dirty business?! Br-r-r…»

It all started three months ago, when Princess Athanasia tragically died in the arms of her father.

There was no other parallel world of the novel "The Lovely princess", where she took the place of the unfortunate princess. And then she became the favorite and dearest person for the cold-blooded Emperor Claude. Jihe made it all up, rewriting the story she didn't like in her own way. Even when she was in a coma, she wanted to be useful to someone. To die in the hands of those who truly loved her, and not alone, in a cold, tiny room in utter silence. Dad, Felix, Lily, Lucas ... could she really have made them up out of loneliness? Their feelings, emotions, care?.. All this... was her imagination? She didn't want to believe it. Then why was she woken up in a world where no one needed her? If there, in the world she created, she needed her family, her friends, she had a home and food. And now… She's alone again. For the first few days, she barely spoke. I just cried, looking at the ceiling. She wanted to feel her father's warm arms around her neck, telling him all sorts of childish nonsense, giving her knight a wreath of wildflowers, kissing Lily's cheek, fooling around with Lucas, talking about nothing. And in my ears — absolute silence. She hears only her own breathing and the beeping of the machines around her, as a signal that she is still alive. She's still here. For the first time, this feeling disgusted her. To the world, to herself, to all the people who suddenly became interested in her — and then, because of her duties as a medical staff. All their care and kindness is just a fake. A toy that you can buy for the money. Only once did she really feel a bit of sympathy from them — when the ever-happy and smiling aunts suddenly realized that no one would come to her. No one cares if she's alive or dead. No one cares about the orphan Lee Jihye, but the illusions created in his head do not. The only one who could reach her was the doctor who treated her when he found out that she refused to eat or drink. He didn't say anything, just took a chair and sat down next to it, opening the book on the bookmark. It was as if he sensed her discomfort at his presence, and tried to somehow reduce her embarrassment and put pressure on her shame. After all, he had put so much effort into getting Jihe well, and she was spoiling everything with her strikes… So strange. A man who didn't care about anyone else was taking care of her. Mr. Park Taejun was a tall man of about thirty-seven or nine. He had slightly overgrown brown hair and dark brown eyes that were hidden under his bangs. The man did not talk incessantly and often frowned, so Jihye was simply afraid to ask him about anything more than the treatment. But according to the medical staff, he showed warm feelings for her. His constant visits and conversations were described by many as "fatherly care", which is quite different from what she read in various comics and books. But very much like Claude, whom she loved so much. The way her only imaginary father took care of her — also awkward, uncertain and dry, as if it was something insignificant and unnecessary for him. She had long ago stopped believing in kindness. Leigh knew that there was always a price to pay for any show of affection and help. People like to hide their desire for freebies behind selflessness and kindness, imposing on you the desire to do a good deed in return, whether with help, support or money-the main thing is to pay off your debts. And when she leaves the clinic, she will have to pay a phenomenal bill for treatment, since the Seoul City Hospital simply did not have a suitable attending physician who could pull her out of the grave. Therefore, she was transferred to a closed-paid one, without even asking if she had the opportunity to pay for their services… But at the end of the treatment, no one talked about paying. They helped her get ready, wrote out recommendations, collected a small bag with medicines and wished her good health. Insisting that she did not stand for a long time in the cold and in case of any malaise, be sure to contact here. Attempts to find out about the payment to Jihye failed miserably, as the administrator several times translated the conversation, and then only smiled politely, without answering. Lee had no choice but to bow and leave the clinic, heading back to the rented room on the outskirts. But there was a surprise waiting for her. Upon arrival at the painfully familiar one-color box building, she was greeted by the hostess with open arms, which she never did, minimizing contact before paying and signing the contract. The old lady was overjoyed at her return, telling how worried she was when she found her barely breathing in the room. Word by word, and by some miracle, she was invited to the table, given a delicious cup of tea, a good meal, and finally given the key… Not from her room. Putting the puzzle together, the girl realized that the problem was not in the accounts that could theoretically be closed by her insurance and a small bank account that was not withdrawn, because it remained for a rainy day. No, now that she had heard about the rent payment from the landlord and had roughly calculated how many zeros it would have cost her, Jihye realized that together with her savings, even if she hadn't been in a coma for these few months and worked twelve hours a day, she still wouldn't be able to pay for everything, no matter how hard she tried. But who did it for her? The riddle of the century. After completing the reconciliation, Jihye signed the report and put it in the journal, leaving it on the accountant's desk. Putting her apron back on, the Korean woman returned to the checkout counter, waiting for new customers. But as soon as she turned her attention to the figure near the window, she started. - Hello.. - Three dasik. - Yes, of course, just a minute. Taejun watched carefully as she carefully pulled out a small tray of goodies from the shelf. - Did you get enough sleep? - You look tired. - I was asleep, Mr. Park, you don't have to keep asking me that, - she said dryly, putting the food on her plate. — Anything else? - Yes, - he said in the same mood, - I'm planning to stop by around eight this evening, save a few ttoks and a cappuccino. - One check.

"Is he kidding me? Just before closing time, does he want to sit and look at the empty streets?» Nodding obediently, Jihye entered everything in the order and pointed to the terminal, knowing that Taejun would pay for everything with a card. "No, what kind of logic does a person have? Who in their right mind would order sweets with coffee and eat everything in the evening?» - Do not overexert yourself and do not sit in the cold. - I-I already am… — The warehouse is always sub-zero temperature, and you sit there for half an hour in jeans and a shirt. Don't you feel how cold you are? - God, he's acting like her father.… - Even I felt guilty… The whispers from the other patrons made Lee even more stunned. Why is he so scrupulous about her health and comes to check if she is taking care of herself?.. Really?.. "Ah, well, of course! Doctors like him want to be sure that they have repaid their investment in the patient and he will not return to the hospital, how could I forget? " she mentally tapped her forehead, smiling politely at the remark. - I'm sorry,"Jihye replied politely. — I'll try not to do it again." Park gave her the same blank stare and left without another word. "They even have a back... similar," she couldn't help but notice as she peered at Taejun's broad shoulders. "God, Jihye, what are you talking about? Claude is a fictional character in the novel, and Mr. Park is real! Stop talking nonsense, come to your senses!» Surely the Emperor of Obelia couldn't have come to South Korea from a book about princesses and become as influential as Park Taejun? Isn't that right?.. Even so, he couldn't have recognized her as his beloved daughter, Athanasia, and found her among fifty million people... It's impossible... or?.. Taejun - Claude reborn in South Korea. Yuna - Diana reborn in South Korea. Lee Jihye - Athanasia in South Korea.

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