My Future Hardworking Wife, I'll Just Marry Her 

"I can come to your mansion, Ider. But I can't take care of you until you get well as you want. I'm sorry." Luci regretted this time. She had no choice. Her busy schedule was like tortured her. Evan's delicious meat was no longer appetizing.

But he would be fine with that. He knew she'd try again. And the next chance that came would be worse.

 His eyes were filled with various emotions as he slightly stared at her, and then busy again with work.

 At the end of the call, Spider seemed to be hit by a thousand wounds again. "Why? Don't you think I'm not important?" The fake Spider's tears that he used to persuade Luci to come and live in his mansion were almost dripping again.

The fake was sobbing so hard now, his chest hurt like hell. It hurt even worse when he heard someone on the other side talking to him with a soft voice, "Sir! Sir!"