Chapter 9：You'll dress me?

When Devon woke up the next morning, Lewis was not on the bed anymore. She sat right up and looked around, but she could not see even his shadow.

"Did he leave?" She wondered, furrowing her brows.

Now that she was alone, Devon didn't know what to do. The television was already turned off and thinking she should watch made her somehow hesitate.

Devon thought of asking Lewis more about this '21st century kingdom'. Yes, she assumed that's the name of the kingdom she was in.

There were just myriads of question inside her head that needed to be answered. She knew nothing about this place: the culture, the law, the father of the woman's child, and many more.

As she let out a weary sigh, Devon heard the door open. Instinctively, she perked up in the door's direction.

"Good morning, princess." Lewis greeted nonchalantly as he closed the door behind him.

"You didn't leave? And I'm a princess?" She gasped, blinking her eyes in disbelief.

Lewis massaged his nape, stretching his neck from one side to another. He should be more careful humoring her, really.

"No, and no." He said as he placed a paper bag on the bedside table.

"Then, why are you addressing me as one? Do you know its treachery?" Devon raised her brow and chin up, taking offense at the simple humor.

Lewis only cast her a side eye, saying nothing further. With his lack of response, Devon cleared her throat. Right, different kingdom, different culture — different law as well.

"How about the real father of that woman's child last night?"

Again, Lewis ignored her. He didn't have time for her ridiculous questions. Who was she even talking about?

He shoved his hand inside his pocket, fishing out his phone as he tapped on it.

Devon watched him curiously. She murmured. "What is that?"

"Yes. Free my morning schedule. I mean, free my schedule for the entire week." Lewis said, with his phone in front of his ear.

"Mail them. Mhm. Sure. Cancel that."

Lewis kept talking to the other person at the end of the line. Meanwhile, the princess who was watching him talk to an invisible person made her wary.

"Alright." Lewis' last remarked before hanging up the call.

As soon as he did, he sighed upon Devon's absurd question.

"Are you seeing spirits?" She asked, darting her eyes to Lewis and to the surrounding space.

"I'm talking on the phone." He said flatly, raising his phone up, shaking it.

Without a second hesitation, he tossed the phone to the bed, and it landed on her side. Lewis then trudged towards the chair near the bed and perched on it.

He watched her as she carefully picked up the smart phone. She studied it, analyzing its purpose.

"There are tiny people inside?" She inquired without leaving her eyes from the phone.

Lewis huffed faintly. It seemed Devon wasn't pretending, really. That's why he unhesitatingly handed this important device to her.

"There's no tiny people inside. It's a communication device you used to communicate with people from far away." In a matter-of-fact tone, Lewis explained, which didn't give him much hope she'd understand it easily.

"No pigeons." Lewis kept his answer short.

He figured the more he tried to clear things up, its effect was the opposite. He'd rather give her a direct and short answer.

"No pigeons, huh?" Devon mumbled as she wondered how phones work.

Taking notice of the puzzlement in her eyes, Lewis sighed. He couldn't figure her out; even the doctors could only recommend her to a psychiatrist and therapy.

Her medical reports came back as normal. There was no internal bleeding or any of the sorts inside her skull. They could only assume it was perhaps some sort of shock from bumping her head.

Still, the change was too much. From the way she talked, demeanor, her lack of knowledge of the modern world, and a lot of things.

Lewis crossed his arm, resting his leg over the other. He didn't know what happened to her, but as long as she does her job, he didn't mind taking care of her medical needs until she could adjust.

"There's no need for you to stay here. So, I had settled everything. You'll be discharged today." As she studied his phone, Lewis informed which caught her attention.

"Hmm?"

"I'll drop you off at your place. My assistant bought you some clothes to change."

He added. Lewis cocked his chin towards the paper bag he placed on the bedside table.

"Huh?"

Lewis rolled his eyes. He appreciated her kind gesture last night. Hence, he was trying to be considerate. But it was hard to pretend to have a long patience when he had none to begin with.

"I'll take you home." He said, holding back all other information he wanted to tell her.

"Oh…" Devon nodded in understanding. However, the word 'home' somehow gave her a different anxiety.

Lewis arched his right brow, seeing her reaction. "What is it?"

"I'm not married, am I?" she asked hesitatingly.

"Pfft—!" He hid his urge to laugh out loud. "Married? You?"

"Why?"

"Well, I don't care about your personal affairs. But what I'm certain is relationship is not for you — what more, marriage." He shrugged while shaking his head.

Devon, before this entire ordeal, was the type of person who would spend her entire day inside her room. Her life revolved about pursuing her career to become a well-known author.

Background checks aside, they slept together for months. Although Lewis and Devon didn't have deep connections, they still got to know a bit of each other whether or not they wanted it.

For him, Devon was the least person who would consider marriage. He knew little about her, but that's how he sees her.

Thus, it sounded silly when she asked him that.

Devon heaved a sigh of relief. "How about my family?"

"You live alone."

"Alone?" Surprised, Devon repeated. Her eyes gleamed, glittering upon hearing that information.

Since she knew this body surely had a family, she was reluctant to mingle with them just yet. She needed time to grasp everything first.

"Mhm." Lewis hummed a tune and nodded. "At the very least, she still had the fragments of her old self who enjoys living alone."

Soon, Doctor Shen and his colleagues arrived in the room. They did one last check on her and removed her IV.

Doctor Shen had given the doctor's advice to Lewis about the dos and don'ts. When Doctor Shen gave Devon a clean bill of health, they left the room.

"Go change." Lewis beckoned.

Devon blinked her eyes, a little hesitant to do what she was told.

"Will you close your eyes?" She asked, moving her hand closer to her chest.

Lewis furrowed his brows as he cocked his head to the side. "Why would I need to?"

'Is it normal for them?' Devon wondered, scrutinizing his puzzled countenance. He didn't seem he bore malice in his eyes, reassuring her it was probably normal in their culture.

"Nothing." Devon cleared her throat as she took out the clothes from the paper bag.

It was a simple shirt and sweatpants. Devon's preference, or rather, her old self's preference.

Devon knitted her brows, but said nothing. In her eyes, it appeared like a man's clothes. But perhaps Lewis had a reason?

Throwing all thoughts aside, Devon held the hem of her hospital gown and pulled it up.

"Wait! What! Hey!"

Shocked at what she was doing, Lewis snapped in panic as he suddenly sprung up from his seat. His hand held up, gesturing her to stop.

"What are you doing?!" He asked, aghast.

Devon slowly put down her hospital gown. "Changing."

"Uh —" Speechless, Lewis pinched the space between his brows. "Not here."

He said through his gritted teeth. He then pointed out towards the bathroom door.

"There! Change there! Goodness! Is this why you asked me to close my eyes?!"

"It's not part of your culture?"

"Ah, shiii…" Lewis held back from cursing, stressed at the thought of babysitting her for the next few days.

"Do you even know how to change your clothes to this?" He snapped.

Devon pursed her lips into a thin line. "I'll find a way."

"Forget it." He clicked his tongue and waved. He must have known. "I'll do it."

Devon furrowed her brows as she watched him approach her. "You'll dress me?"