God of cooking

Chapter 93: Four people, four dreams (1)

This does not belong to me. It is translated by KobatoChanDaiSuki.  

Aside from Jo Minjoon, there was one more person that couldn't sleep that night: Chloe. She was lying on the bed and while she closed and opened her eyes a few times, it already got bright. In the end, she put on her sports clothes and went out to the garden. She thought that if she sweated a bit, she would be able to think more clearly.

However, that thought was only half right. As she exercised to the point her lungs and heart hurt, and her muscles were about to rip, she started to think more about idle thoughts with her cleared mind.

Looking at the sky that had an ash and blue color, Chloe thought. 'Is it dawn? Morning?' It became her train of thought. She didn't know if there was a need to separate this moment as dawn or morning, or if it could only be called as the boundary between that.

And that train of thought also continued about her. Just where was she standing on, As a cook and as a girl? She wasn't standing firmly anywhere. It was uncertain. She remembered the words Ivanna said before she left.

'Don't be scared, Chloe. I will cheer for you.'

There was no need to think about what she was scared about because it was too obvious. Just how in the world did she understand that well about her? It was surprising. It's true that she was uncertain, although it's more apt to call it indecisive. In cooking....... And in her attitude towards Jo Minjoon.

Last night, when Kaya said that she was going to guard the hospital room, why couldn't she say anything? You go to rest, I will do it. Those words were filling up her chest, but why couldn't she bring it up? Was it because she thought that it was obvious for Kaya to do it? That it was obvious that the injury happened because of Kaya, and that she should be the one to be next to him?

'........Simpleton.'

Rather than being considerate of the other, it meant that she was conceding what was hers. And conceding also meant that every time she did that, she would lose something that could have become hers. Chloe was accustomed of that life since small: conceding, consideration, and loss.

Perhaps, her environment could have helped shape that kind of character. Being gentle meant that you had to be wary of the others. Chloe could only be like that since small. The Asian blood inside of her and her looks made it difficult for her to blend in. She wasn't white, nor was she from China.

Perhaps, if she had looked less gorgeous, she would really have been excluded. But fortunately, Chloe had quite a pretty face. At the same time, she knew how to look at her surroundings. She didn't make others feel displeased, and through consideration they had never thought of it, she made a good image. People that didn't know her would simply think that she had a good temperament, but that was her way of struggling... struggling to not get hated.

When she didn't feel tired of that kind of life, Chloe felt that she had forgotten who she was, what she wanted to have and what kind of life she wanted. People liked the gentle and good side of her, but Chloe couldn't like herself.

She didn't want to lose it this time, and didn't want to get it stolen. But of course, she couldn't get something stolen when it wasn't even hers......... If she had some chances left, she wanted to take them all. That was her honest feelings. It was at that moment.

"Did you finish exercising."

At the blunt voice she turned to look, and Anderson was looking at her. Chloe wiped off the sweat in her forehead.

"I can finish it if I want to. But why?"
"We have to go to see Kaya and Minjoon."
".......Right. I will come after washing for a bit."
"You."