Leg Problem

Thessy came over and saw the scene of the master feeding the strange woman. She was very shocked. "I—I'll do it master, you eat yourself." 

He blinked, considering, but decided against it. "It's fine for now. Let us be."

"Y-Yes." 

He then ignored everyone's gazes, focusing on feeding the girl. He soon forgot there were others in the room, his attention focusing on all her expressions, taking note of the tastes she seemed most fond of. 

In fact, most of his distraction was because he was focused on not doing anything inappropriate.

He watched in a daze as she licked the spoon with her pretty pink tongue, her eyes directly staring at him as she did so.

He knew she was trying to tell him she wanted more food, but he ended up being seduced instead.

Sigh.

"More soup, please." He asked and fed her more bread while they waited.

Sadly, the bread was easier to handle and she started feeding herself. He felt that it was a bit regretful, but he didn't acknowledge it, even to his own consciousness.

He began to eat his own food now, but his hearing and peripheral view always gravitated to the woman next to him.

It was shameful, but he realized he was waiting for a time when she'd need his assistance again.

The two ate in silence for a while, but Thaddeus stopped when he found a piece of bread in front of him. His eyebrows rose and looked at her.

Her bright blue eyes were staring at him, and she also opened her mouth a bit, as if asking him to do the same.

She was feeding him.

He held back his smile. "Thank you," he said as he opened his mouth to eat it, feeling warm in his heart.

***

Doctor Olivia looked at the massive beach villa with a complicated expression. She was in her early thirties and was quite happy with her work in the hospital. 

She really didn't appreciate private house calls like this, but what could she do when her old boss forced her to?

And it had to do with such a big client.

Before coming here last night, she had wondered why the doctor pushed for her, specifically, to go to this house. 

But when she saw who the client was, she immediately understood. 

The young man was extremely handsome with smooth ebony hair and deep green eyes, most women would be fascinated, especially since the other female doctor there was only in her late twenties.

Even she, a lesbian, felt a little admiration. 

Most importantly, the man was a scholar and also very rich, and that alone would have made a few panties fall. 

Then she recalled the girl she rescued.

That girl… was really beautiful. Too beautiful, she mused, and she could tell even when she was unconscious. 

If she wanted, she could make all men fall under her skirt, right? 

Also that gorgeous blue hair was really pretty and smooth. It looked so natural…

Anyway, Olivia shook her head off the thoughts and entered the house with a professional air. She was quickly greeted by a servant who guided her to where his master was. 

Olivia arrived to see them sitting in the large plush living room, with the two of them sitting closely side by side. Olivia blinked as she could hear a wonderful melody echoing in the halls. 

She looked around and wondered where the song was playing but then she realized it was the girl speaking.

This voice… one could listen to it forever. 

She shook her head at the unprofessional thoughts and just greeted the two. She could see how warmly the supposed ascetic man was looking at the woman, and immediately knew what was happening.

Hey, if Mr. Marlow knew she was a lesbian, would he allow her to touch the woman??

Like him, the good old bachelor Doctor Smith was a bit dense in romance. It probably didn't occur to him the potential problem of sending her here. 

She held back a smile and walked over, catching the two's attention. The man looked at her, telling her of his concern. Olivia's eyebrows rose in interest as she looked at the girl, kneeling down to check on the status of her legs. 

"Excuse me," she said as she held the girl's supple legs—such smooth skin, better than a baby's—and checked on her joints and muscles.

She had wondered whether an x-ray was necessary but she could figure out what happened with a few physical tests. 

"It's fine. Her legs are working properly. It's just… unused." 

This caught Thaddeus by surprise. This was something he didn't expect. "What?" 

"Think of it as someone who had been asleep for a long time," Olivia said, doing a few more physical tests. "A little rehabilitation would do fine. I'll draft a method for you."

Thaddeus nodded absentmindedly, deep eyes looking at the girl who was looking at the doctor's reflex hammer.

Then he recalled how she couldn't speak his language nor had knowledge of all the basic things.

He looked at her with a bit of heartbreak.

Did she just wake up from a coma?

Feeling his stare, she turned her head to him, puzzled. 

Thaddeus just patted her head. She smiled and closed her eyes, as if feeling comfort, and he felt his usually-unmoving heart turn to mush.