It had been three months since Jennie and I started this thing, but I couldn't quite decide how I felt about it. As much as I enjoyed being with her, there were moments when I felt like an outsider in her world, as people constantly gossiped about us and our relationship.

At school, I was suddenly the center of attention, and everyone wanted to know more about my relationship with one of the richest CEOs in Korea. They constantly told me how lucky I was.

People always see me as the "lucky one" for dating Jennie, but the truth is, it's not as glamorous as it seems. Sure, I have everything I want at my fingertips, thanks to Jennie's wealth and our arrangement. But what's the point of having everything when Jennie herself isn't around most of the time?

As Jackson had pointed out earlier, Jennie was a workaholic, and it was starting to take a toll on our "relationship". I couldn't help but feel lonely and isolated, despite being in a relationship with one of the most sought-after women in Korea. Jennie would often leave earlier than I did, heading straight to her office, and then return home well past my bedtime, around 11 at night.

After sleeping in Jennie's office for eight hours, she told me not to come back anytime soon. I tried to ask her when I could visit again, but she didn't give me a clear answer, leaving me feeling uncertain and uneasiness.

On weekends, Jennie remained just as busy as during the week, leaving me alone at home. On Sundays, she would spend the entire day sleeping in her room, barely emerging from her private sanctuary to spend time with anyone, including her old friends or even me.

One time, Chaeyoung invited me to go out with them, but Jennie declined, telling her that they would be shopping alone.

Jennie's behavior towards me has left me feeling like a stranger in my own so called relationship. It's as if I am on the outside looking in, never quite sure where I stand with her. The only time we went out was when the media started spreading rumors about us breaking up, which angered Jennie's dad because he had given the company to her on the condition that we stayed together.

Jennie's father had even told me that he hoped I would be able to soften her up a bit, but I couldn't help but disagree. It seemed like an impossible task, given her intense work schedule and seeming disinterest in spending time with me.

As I descended the stairs, the sound of my footsteps echoed through the empty house. It was a quiet Sunday morning, with no classes to attend and no plans in sight. Jennie was either still asleep or out with her friends, as she often did on her rare days off.

"Morning Mr. Kang," I greeted as I entered the kitchen. The sunlight filtered in through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room.

"Have you checked up on Ms. Kim?" he asked.

"What's the matter?" I asked Mr. Kang, as I reached for the bag of food to feed Kuku. "What about her?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.

Mr. Kang's expression was grave as he replied, "She called me earlier, saying she needed her doctor." I watched him intently, trying to understand the gravity of the situation.

"Is everything alright? What does she need a doctor for?" I probed further, setting down the bag of dog food and taking a seat.

"She's probably sick," Mr. Kang said, a deep frown etched onto his forehead. As I set down my drink, his words hung heavily in the air, filling the room with a sense of foreboding.

Without a moment's hesitation, I leapt up from my seat, my mind racing with worry. I hurried past Mr. Kang, rushing up the stairs towards Jennie's room. The stairs creaked beneath my feet as I sprinted up them, my heart pounding with concern.

As I reached her door, I paused, taking a deep breath to steady myself. I didn't want to barge into her room,knowing how fiercely protective Jennie was of her privacy. But if she was sick, then surely she wouldn't mind my presence.

As I stepped into Jennie's room, I was greeted by the sight of her lying in bed, wrapped in blankets, with her eyes closed. Even from the doorway, I could see the pallor of her skin and knew something was wrong.

I approached her bed cautiously, not wanting to startle her. "Jennie Kim," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Are you okay?"

She didn't stir, and I could feel my anxiety growing with each passing second. Slowly, I reached out and placed my hand on her forehead. The heat radiating from her skin was palpable, and I knew that she was running a fever.

Without hesitation, I stood up and dashed out of her room. My mind was racing with worry as I bounded down the stairs, my thoughts consumed by the urgency of the situation.

"Mr. Kang, we have to get Jennie to the doctor," I pleaded. "She's burning up, and I don't know what to do."

"Ms. Kim doesn't want to go to the hospital. She hates the media attention and the articles that come with it. She prefers to have her own doctor come to her when she's sick."

"Is the doctor on his way?" I asked Mr. Kang anxiously, my mind racing with worry.

"He should be here in about ten minutes," he reassured me, and I felt a small sense of relief wash over me.

Still, I couldn't just sit around and wait for the doctor to arrive. I knew I had to do something to help Jennie in the meantime.

Thinking quickly, I made my way to the laundry room, a place that was rarely used in the house. I quickly located a basin and began filling it with warm water, grabbing a soft hand towel as well.

Hurrying back up to Jennie's room, I turned on the heater to ensure that the room was warm and cozy. I sat down on the edge of the bed and carefully pulled down the covers to reveal Jennie's thin clothing.

"Jennie, I'm going to change your clothes, okay?" I said softly, trying not to startle her. She stirred slightly, her eyes barely open, but didn't object.

I walked over to her closet, scanning the shelves for something warm and comfortable. I settled on a cozy hoodie and made my way back to Jennie's side.

"Please don't kill me, Jennie Kim. I'm just trying to help," I said, as I gently propped her up and helped her out of her shirt, leaving her in just her bra.

I could feel her skin burning up under my touch, and my heart ached with worry. I quickly grabbed the towel and began to dab away the sweat from her arms and neck, trying to make her more comfortable.

I noticed that Jennie's hair was sticking to her face, so I quickly grabbed a hair tie and tied it up in a messy bun. I didn't want her hair to bother her while she was trying to rest.

After that, I put the warm, damp towel back in the basin and dried it up a little before placing it gently on her forehead. I wanted to help bring her temperature down and make her feel a little more comfortable.

I tucked her back in, careful not to disturb her too much, and watched as she drifted off to sleep once again.

A few minutes later, I heard Mr. Kang's footsteps coming up the stairs, carrying a paper bag filled with medicine. The doctor began to examine Jennie, and I watched closely as he took her temperature, checked her pulse, and listened to her breathing. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as he explained that her symptoms were likely due to overworking and fatigue. I took note of the medication he prescribed and handed the paper to Mr. Kang, asking him to pick it up from the pharmacy.

While he was out, I quickly grabbed my phone and searched for a recipe for porridge. I wanted to make something simple and easy to digest, yet nourishing enough to help her feel better.

As the video played, I took down notes and mentally prepared myself to make the porridge. I felt a sense of determination wash over me - I wanted to do my best.

After a couple of minutes, Mr. Kang returned with the medicine. Meanwhile, I had finished my own portion of the porridge, and while it wasn't the most delicious meal I had ever tasted, it was certainly decent enough to give to Jennie.

As I stood up, I noticed a sharp pain in my hand and realized that I had burned myself while cooking the porridge. Wincing, I applied a bandage to the affected area, hoping it would heal quickly. With the porridge, water, and medicine in hand, I made my way up the stairs to Jennie's room.

I gently shook Jennie's shoulder and called out her name, urging her to wake up so that she could take the medicine and eat the bowl of porridge that I had prepared for her. As I placed the tray on the side table, I noticed how frail and weak she looked, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of worry and concern for her well-being.

"Come on, Jennie," I coaxed, as I helped her sit up in bed. "You have to eat this, and take your medicine so that you can get back to work and be the workaholic that you are." I teased her playfully, knowing that it would help lighten the mood.

However, Jennie just glared at me, clearly unamused by my attempts to make her smile. I couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction, knowing that deep down, she appreciated the sentiment.

With a spoonful of porridge in hand, I brought it towards her lips, gently coaxing her to take a bite. She was still staring at me, and I noticed her gaze drifting towards my hand. Following her gaze, I realized that she was probably looking at the band-aid that I had applied earlier.

"You should be proud of me," I declared, holding out my hands to showcase the small burn marks that had formed on my fingers. "I got these from making this amazing porridge."

Jennie looked up at me. "I'm sick, and I can't taste anything, but I can assure you that your cooking is still horrible," she said, making me chuckle.

I couldn't help but feel relieved that Jennie was finally starting to feel a little better. The fact that she was able to make a lighthearted joke despite being ill was a good sign, and I knew that she would soon be back to her old self.

"Well, Jennie Kim," I exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. "You're not that sick anymore, now that you've started being savage towards me again." I could see the corner of her mouth twitch slightly, and I knew that she was starting to feel better.