Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

A week slipped by in the blink of an eye, and school finally began.

“Zinnia, when are you coming back?” Lydia asked over the phone.

Zinnia hadn’t shown up at the start of the new semester, making Lydia worried sick about her.

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“Lydia, I took leave and won’t be coming back for now.” Zinnia lowered her gaze out the window, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Can’t you come back anytime soon?” Lydia’s voice was laced with disappointment.

Zinnia had already been gone for two months. Lydia had expected to see her when the new semester started, only to find out she’d be away for two whole months.

“Yeah, I probably won’t be able to go back anytime soon,” Zinnia replied in a soft voice.

Nathan’s condition was deteriorating rapidly. There was no way Zinnia would leave his side.

Lydia said gently, “Zinnia, I made some homemade jerky for you. Can you send me your address? I’ve also put together some study materials. I’ll send them together.”

Zinnia had never revealed her whereabouts. Although Lydia could technically track her location, she would never use a GPS tracker without Zinnia’s consent.

Zinnia was about to refuse, but the mention of study materials made her press her lips together. “Alright.”

The moment Lydia received the address, her eyes lit up with joy.

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“Looks like your friends really miss you,” Yannis remarked as he walked in from outside, bowl in hand, just as Zinnia hung up the phone.

She’d already received several calls that morning–all of them asking when she’d return to school.

Seeing him enter, Zinnia walked over from the window and said, “Yannis, I don’t want to eat.”

When she saw him carrying a bowl, she instinctively took a step back in resistance.

“Just some apple cinnamon soup.” Yannis watched her recoil, letting out a sigh in his heart.

“No more soups, please,” Zinnia said, wrinkling her nose at the familiar sight.

These days, because she needed frequent blood draws, Yannis went out of his way to prepare all kinds of nutritious meals for Zinnia.

But after several days of the same thing, she just couldn’t stomach it anymore. She’d completely lost her appetite.

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coaxed, noticing her

draws were taking their toll. Over time,

an option; she had to give

being taken so often, her body was bound to feel the effects–loss of appetite, dizziness, irritability, and constant discomfort. They were all brought by frequent

days, the seed hadn’t changed at all- other than sucking her blood. There

too weak to even get out of bed, spending most of the day in

completely lost her appetite

He scooped up some soup with a spoon, blew gently to cool it, and

don’t want to eat.” Zinnia turned her head away, her

to the size of a walnut and

become completely mushy and yielding. This made

couldn’t. No matter how hard she tried—even with a knife—it was impossible to cut

microscope, going through her routine check of the

the focus, scrutinizing every minute detail inside the seed. But there was still no change

single damn

a surge of rage in her chest. “Useless piece of junk,

white as she clenched her fists, barely able to stop herself from

and there.

blood, but after some initial changes in those first two days, there had been absolutely no progress

is better, we’ll settle

contained rage, he gently took her clenched

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that crescent–shaped blood

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and mild–mannered, but now, with no solution in sight, she was growing increasingly restless–her emotions all

watched her, deep worry clouding his

Nathan’s warning: “Given her condition, Zinnia must avoid extreme emotional fluctuations. They

seed is driving me crazy. If it doesn’t sprout soon, I’m just going to toss it out!” Zinnia

hand, but Zinnia was still fuming–her voice tight with frustration, her delicate features

petri dish to Zinnia. The seed was

in frustration and then roughly yanked

losing a single hair would have her sulking

the seed away. If something terrible happened because of it, she’d regret it for the

this instead.” Noticing her distress, Yannis swiftly grabbed a long–haired stuffed animal and pressed

in her hands, Zinnia tore at it, pulling

at it again and again. Her emotions were all over the place; she needed to vent to feel even

the moment to spoon some soup into

knitted in protest, but in the end, she lowered her head

the stuffed animal again,