He made his indifference all too clear, so she suppressed her desires for now, waiting for a better opportunity.
As she waited day after day, her presumptuous desires didn't fade. Instead, they grew wild and unchecked.
He kept her like a canary in a gilded cage. He never gave her an official title, but he never mistreated her either. Over the years, he had only made a few "requests"—if you could even call them that—at certain times:
The first time she accepted an award on stage, she had her hair specially styled. When she saw him at the villa later, he looked at her long, straight black hair and said softly, "From now on, you should keep your hair long and curly. Chestnut-colored."
He didn't say why, but she obediently agreed.
