Chapter 666: Side Story 3. Stellar Blossom - 1
"How’s life?"
"The best," Han Joon shrugged at the doctor, who smiled in response.
Due to their quiet marriage, not many people knew that the Night Star was now married to Radia Mallarc, even after two years. They were spotted together sometimes, but people who treasure their careers and their lives prefer not to probe--even the most daring dark-link posters.
In the first place, Han Joon had been private even during his time as the Captain of Mobius, and he became even more quiet after he was discharged from the military prison. Once in a blue moon, Radia would bring him to the high-society event, sporting their wedding band; but their relationship had been known to be so bad that people were wondering if it was nothing but a ruse instead. For what? They had no idea.
Whatever rumor circulating, however, the couple themselves pay no heed, since it didn’t affect their life or Mortix’s overall shares. And so, only a few remained in the know about the nature of their relationship. Aside from the close friends and the guild, Han Joon’s physician since his soldier days was one.
And honestly, in the doctor’s eyes, Han Joon did look like he had the best life. After decades of training and duty, the man could finally enjoy his rest. His eyes were still sharp, but no longer looked as if there was an enemy in every corner--or at least, he also no longer thought the doctor might be an enemy one day. His usually stiff back and shoulder now enjoyed slouching and relaxing, while his lips moved easier than before.
If no one knew his identity as a former soldier, they might think he was a handsome celebrity with a rich patron--which was rather funny since Han Joon called himself a trophy husband without any hint or hesitation.
If only his inside was as fine as he looked on the outside.
"Capt--Mister Han," the smile faded gradually and the doctor put on a serious face. "You need to do something about this."
"I am doing something."
"If you did, nothing has really changed," the doctor placed Joon’s folder on the table. "You either need to find a new way or go into intensive care."