The Girl They Ignored Returned as the Woman Seven Men Would Die For novel Chapter 113

"Well, excuse me." Mika strode confidently into the living room and dumped the clothes into the washer.

"You're the one refusing a maid. You'll just have to settle for my mediocre skills."

She poured in the detergent, and the machine rumbled to life, the steady hum of water and spinning fabric filling the quiet room.

She walked over to him, crouching down and looking up at his rigid jawline.

From this angle, she could clearly see the dark shadows under his eyes and the crushing exhaustion hidden behind his seemingly calm gaze.

"Julian," she suddenly softened her voice, her knuckles lightly tapping his armrest.

"Doesn't sitting in a clean space make you feel at least a little bit better?"

Julian looked down at her.

The sunlight poured in from behind her, outlining her entire body in a soft, golden halo.

Her eyes were sparkling—not with a prying intensity, but with an honest, almost smug brightness.

She looked like a giant golden retriever waiting for a pat on the head after doing a good deed.

"...No." He turned his face away, his tone stiff. "It just makes me want to die even more."

Mika raised an eyebrow and suddenly reached out, pinching his chin and forcing him to look back at her.

Julian's pupils contracted, a flush of anger creeping up his pale neck. "You—"

"Look at me," Mika demanded, her voice light but carrying an undeniable weight.

"Stop talking about dying all the time. You are brilliant.

You have a brain capable of crafting the most intricate, mind-blowing thriller plots. Is your entire worth really just tied to your legs?"

Mika meant every single word.

Over the past few days, she had spent every free second devouring Julian's old novels.

At first, she merely skimmed them, just trying to grasp the plots so she wouldn't blow her cover in front of him.

Mika let out a laugh, letting go of his chin and standing up to look down at him.

"If you hadn't wrecked your spine, how would I ever get this close to my favorite author?

Julian, you cannot die. I'm still waiting for your next book. You're barely twenty-four. You have decades left to write. Imagine how many masterpieces you could create! Dying now would be a massive waste."

She spoke with such arrogant confidence that Julian was left completely speechless.

Mika had already spun around and marched into the kitchen. She yanked the fridge open, her frown deepening.

"Are you surviving solely on coffee and takeout? This fridge is emptier than my bank account."

"I'm not hungry." Julian stubbornly looked away, only for his stomach to let out a loud, painfully ill-timed growl.

He quickly spun his wheelchair around so his back was to Mika, the tips of his ears burning bright red.

"Well, you might not be hungry, but I am." Mika shot him a glance, casually pulling out her phone. "I remember the delivery app has a grocery service...

Never mind, I'll just go buy it myself. You stay right here and be good. Do not lock the door, you hear me?"