Chapter 2Saving the Broken Hero

Stepping into that dark, damp apartment building in my lambskin heels, my frown was deep enough to trap a mosquito.

The system chattered in my ear.

"The male lead lives on the sixth floor. He's so pitiful, you must save him!"

Pitiful?

I looked up at the endless stairs, clutching my small pink purse, thinking I'm the pitiful one.

"Go in quickly! He didn't lock the door; he's lost the will to live!"

I pushed the door open grumpily.

My gaze fell upon a room even shabbier and darker than the hallway. In the corner slumped a handsome man.

His eyes were dull and lifeless, black hair falling over his brows, lips pale, and body bruised.

Light from the hallway spilled in. He looked over, his breathing weak.

"So beautiful."

"So angels look like princesses in fairy tales..."

What is he mumbling about?

My feet were sore from climbing all those stairs.

I walked in.

Heels clicking on the concrete floor, clack clack clack.

The room was so damp. I sat on the sofa, covering my nose, my diamond-encrusted manicure sparkling.

The system was excited.

"Quick, redeem him, apply medicine to his wounds!"

Instead, I pointed a finger at the gloomy male lead, arrogant and commanding.

"You, come here and change my shoes."

The man froze, motionless.

I glanced at him.

"Hey, are you deaf?"

He seemed to snap out of it, slowly pushing himself up, hesitating before walking toward me.

I hadn't realized while he was sitting, but standing up, he was incredibly tall.

Nearly 6'3", yet incredibly thin.

Like a bamboo pole.

He stopped in front of me.

Dark eyes stared straight at me.

I didn't like being scrutinized like that.

I ordered coldly.

"Squat down."

He hesitated for less than three seconds before kneeling on one knee.

"What's your name?"

"Caleb."

He looked up at me, voice hoarse.

That's right, I deserve to be looked up to.

I nodded in satisfaction.

"Listen well, my name is Vivienne. From now on, you are my servant."

The system slowly typed a question mark.

"Shouldn't you be warming his heart, saving him? Why are you making him your servant?!"

Ignoring the system, I pulled a card from my wallet.

"Take this. There's ten thousand dollars on it. In the days to come, you must take meticulous care of me."

Caleb held the card, a flicker of light in his eyes.

"Why..."

"Why help me?"

I just crossed my legs, swinging the tip of my shoe in front of his eyes.

"What are you waiting for? Change my shoes."

Caleb's Adam's apple bobbed. He lowered his eyes and grasped my ankle.

His hands were cold.

He leaned down, silently undoing the buckles.

My sore feet finally relaxed. There were no slippers, so I simply rested my feet on Caleb's knee.

His hands were nice enough—distinct knuckles, pale and slender.

When he exerted force, veins popped on the back of his hand.

Perfect for...

Giving me a foot massage.

The system looked skeptical.

"The male lead hasn't eaten in days, and instead of taking him to eat, you're making him massage your feet!"

"Besides, having not eaten, where would he get the strength!"

I just hummed lightly and kicked Caleb's shoulder.

"Gently! You're hurting me!"

Caleb's hand paused.

He lowered his eyes and apologized softly.

"I'm sorry."

System: ? Looks like he has plenty of strength to me.