(BL) Mafia Love; He who falls the hardest loses-Chapter 82: Slept

Hiroshi raised his head to look at the lady at the door before looking down at Haruki, who was sleeping peacefully, unaware of the visitor. He looked back at her and nodded unhurriedly.

She closed the door without another word. Haruki had given his subordinate thirty minutes to return, and it was already time for them to get back to work, but none of them came to knock until after thirty more minutes, when Haruki opened his eyes.

He looked around the office that was empty except for the doctor and himself before calling his secretary. It wasn’t long before a knock came on the door, and they came in.

The doctor looked at them as they got back to being busy and felt that he had nothing else to do there. He packed up and walked to the door. He paused to look at Haruki, who was too busy to raise his head to spare him a glance.

The doctor could see that from the way they were so focused that whatever they were doing was of great importance, and he could not become a nuisance. What they were discussing could also probably be too confidential for him to simply hang around.

When he opened the door to leave, he heard Haruki call his name. Haruki did not lift his head to look at Hiroshi as he spoke. "Where are you going to?" Haruki asked him.

"I am going back," the doctor gave him a short response, although he wanted to add that he had nothing else to do since he was done with what he came to do.

"Then wait here," Haruki ordered him calmly. He barely raised his head to look at the doctor before his gaze returned to what he was doing.

"I will get rid of this first, then," Hiroshi said, lifting the bowl he held high enough for Haruki to see.

"You will be here when I get off work," Haruki said firmly. It was not a request. He was ordering the doctor to be there when he got off work, and he was not offering any room for refusal. It was not a command either. It was just as though he knew the doctor would seldom do anything against what he wanted.

"Okay," the doctor replied without hesitation, after all, that was what Haruki wanted, and he was more than willing to see Haruki after work; that way, they would spend more time together, and he might be able to score more points with Haruki.

With his acceptance, Haruki nodded without looking at him. The doctor turned and walked out of the office. He closed the door quietly behind him. He met Satomi as he headed to the elevator.

She looked down at the bag he held and asked him, "Are you leaving?"

"Yes," Hiroshi replied, a bit weirded out that she bothered speaking to him as though they knew each other on a personal level. "But I will be back soon," he added when he felt the need to.

"Okay. I am leaving. I was wondering if we could walk out together," she said, seriously gesturing to the elevator.

Hiroshi had every reason to refuse her, but since they were going in the same direction, it would be weird for him to refuse her and still have to walk with her downstairs, so he agreed with a nod.

"I have never seen him sleep so peacefully at work before," the secretary, Satomi, commented when they entered the elevator together.

Hiroshi did not need her to specify who the ’he’ she was talking about was, since it could only be Haruki, so he nodded, unsure of any other way to respond to her words.

"You didn’t use any pill or something..." she asked jokingly, raising her head to look up at Hiroshi.

Hiroshi, meeting her gaze, had to laugh, but it came out a bit awkward. Why will he use pills to get Haruki to sleep? It took him a while to remember that he was not just Haruki’s lover, but he was also a doctor.

"No, I would never," he replied. The smile he wore had disappeared immediately at that realisation.

"I was just joking," her smile also disappeared as she tried to correct her earlier words. "I was just surprised that Haruki was sleeping that deeply. He didn’t even wake up when I opened the door. I spoke, too, and he remained asleep. That’s mind-blowing."

She sounded sincerely amused by that fact. When she looked at Hiroshi, there was a trace of admiration in her eyes.

Hiroshi did nothing. He simply served his hungry boss, and the man gave in to his fatigue and fell asleep. He did not see the need for the awe in her eyes as she stared at him. It had to be all a coincidence that he arrived just when Haruki was very much in need of a nap.

"He must have been very tired," Hiroshi said thoughtfully.

"I don’t think that man ever gets tired," Satomi commented as they walked out of the elevator. "He has been like this for the past week. He gets the chance to sleep every now and then, but he seems to make himself busy. But do you know what surprises me?" Her footsteps slowed down as she asked her question.

Hiroshi tried to match her pace, turning to look at her as he asked curiously, "What?" ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"He still remains beautiful," she said softly, her voice dreamy. "He still looks great every morning, and I can’t help but admire the genetics that man has," she added more seriously.

Perhaps he was the only one who was able to easily notice Haruki’s fatigue, or perhaps she was the only one blinded by the image of perfection in her mind to see Haruki’s tiredness.

From the moment he had stepped into Haruki’s office, he could see that Haruki was tired, which was one of the reasons why he had offered to feed the man. He had expected Haruki to refuse, but the fact that Haruki gave in to his request was an even sure confirmation that the man was tired, almost too tired to do anything else.

"I don’t think so," Hiroshi murmured almost too low for her to hear.

She turned to him, surprised by his words as she commented, "I thought you would agree with me."

"He looks great, that doesn’t change, but he looked tired before he took a nap," Hiroshi said firmly.

"I guess you have a keen eye for details, then, or perhaps I was too dense to notice. Everyone needs to rest," she told him casually.

Hiroshi nodded. They parted ways, each to handle what they wanted to. He went to the restaurant to return the food containers that they had specially served the meal in. They had given a set of expensive food containers that he could not dispose of casually or keep with himself.

The manager told him he could have gone with the thermal food container, but from the look of it, it was obvious that it was expensive, so he told her he would like her to serve him in that same container when next he makes an order.

Less than an hour after he got back, Haruki concluded the meeting for the day, and they began packing everything up to leave. The paper on the table was carefully packed up.

They seemed to be the only employees left in the building, as Haruki’s company was one of those companies that forbade frequent overtime work. He had very efficient workers, so he barely needed them to stay up to that time.

When they got into Hiroshi’s car, the digital clock in the car read half past eight. Hiroshi started the engine of the car before looking at Haruki and asking, "Where do we go?"

"Your home," Haruki replied, tiredly turning his head to look out of the window.

Hiroshi was taken aback, he wondered what Haruki meant by those words, his home. He fought back a question that lingered on his mind before stepping on the accelerator and driving them out of the parking lot to his apartment.

This was the first time he was bringing anyone home. It was a simple two-bedroom condo in a high-end apartment building that seemed to have more young people living there than families, as they mostly provided spacious studio apartments.

He pushed the door open for Haruki after pressing in his passcode without discretion, as though he wanted Haruki to know and remember it. He waited aside until Haruki entered.

He didn’t have any other slippers as this was the first time someone came to visit him. He pulled out the indoor slippers he had from the cupboard and pushed them to Haruki’s feet.

Haruki wore them and walked into the living room while the doctor removed his shoes and walked in wearing only his socks. The room had a very basic, monotonous design without any atom of individuality or an input he may have made aside from what the interior designer did.

"Are you sure you brought me to your home?" Haruki asked, stressing the last word.

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