Elsa gets deeply shocked listening to Leo's mother Isabella words and the upcoming danger of Leo that going to attack him in the form of fire.
Elsa remembering the fire accident and also a person talking to another one in phone and planning to kill Leo,
Leo marriage is fixed with Lucy
Elsa began to walk down and she is deeply shattered inside thinking of Leo. Every nerve in her body seemed to vibrate with a single, haunting phrase that repeated like a broken record in her mind.
"Six months."
The words weren't just a measurement of time; they were a sentence. They were a trigger that set off a landslide of grief and clarity within her. She stopped walking for a moment, pressing her hand against the cold marble of a hallway pedestal.
"Six months is the only time I have left in my life," she whispered to the empty air. Her voice was thin, a mere thread of sound.
She looked down at her hands—pale, trembling. A realization began to settle over her, cold and firm. Whether she lived or died, the outcome for herself no longer felt like the priority. The weight of her mortality shifted her focus toward the one person who had always been the center of her gravity.
"Whether I live or not," she breathed, her resolve hardening, "I want Leo to live all of his life filled with happiness and joy. With his family. Safe."
A bittersweet thought flickered through her mind. Perhaps there was a reason she was standing here now, feeling more like a shadow than a woman. Maybe I was kept alive as a soul only to save the love of my life from the danger that haunts him. She thought back to the girl she used to be—Leah. Leah had loved Leo with a devotion that bordered on the sacred, a love so vast it had consumed her. And yet, in all those years, he had never truly seen her. He had never recognized the depth of her heart or the purity of her gaze.
"I never had hopes that my love would win," she admitted to herself, a stray tear escaping and tracing a path down her cheek. "I never expected to touch the heart of the man I loved more than my own life."
She reached up, wiping the tear away with a fierce, sudden motion. The time for Leah's yearning was over.
"Why should I cry?" she asked herself, her voice gaining a sudden, sharp strength. "I have been given a chance. I have the power and the determination to save him. Even if I have no chance of winning his love, my love for him will be the shield that saves his life."
She straightened her shoulders, her eyes clearing. The grief was still there, but it was now armored in purpose.
"From now onwards," she declared internally,
"my name is Elsa.
I am a soul bound to his life. I will save him at all costs from danger."
She turned and began to walk toward Leo's room. Her feet moved with intent, though as she reached the threshold, she hesitated. She shouldn't go in. She should turn back. But as she turned to walk away, a flash of heat seemed to sear her memory—the vivid, terrifying roar of the fire accident. The smell of smoke, the sound of breaking glass, the image of Leo in peril.
The memory acted like a physical push. Elsa turned back and pushed open the door.
Leo was there. He was sitting on the sofa, his posture slumped, looking uncharacteristically small. He looked sad, lost in a sea of his own thoughts. Elsa stood there for a moment, her heart hammering against her ribs. Seeing him like this made her want to run to him, but she held herself back. She tried to turn and leave as silently as she had entered, but the floorboard betrayed her with a soft creak.
"Why did you come into my room and why are you leaving me—that too without talking?"
Leo's voice was low, laced with a strange mix of irritation and vulnerability. He stood up, the movement fluid and commanding, and began walking toward her. Elsa instinctively took a step back, her back nearing the door.
"I thought you were a chatterbox," Leo said, his eyes searching hers as he closed the distance. "And yet you have remained silent. Can I know why?"
Elsa looked down, her voice coming out soft and guarded. "No... No... I am just thinking of something else. I don't want to disturb you."
Leo stopped a few feet away, tilting his head. "Why don't you want to disturb me now?"
Elsa looked up, her expression a mask of confusion. The air between them felt thick, charged with an energy she didn't know how to navigate.
"Have you seen that my marriage alliance has been fixed with Lucy?" Leo asked. His tone was neutral, but his eyes were fixed intently on her reaction.
Elsa felt a pang in her chest, but she kept her voice steady. "Yes, Sir. Congratulations, Sir. Lucy Ma'am looks beautiful and nice."
Leo flinched as if she had struck him. He looked shocked, his brow furrowing as he searched her face for a sign of jealousy or pain that she refused to show. Elsa took the opportunity to turn toward the door.
"Stop, Elsa!"
The command was sharp. She froze. "What, Sir?"
"You said you were educated, right?" Leo asked, his voice dropping an octave.
"Yes," she replied, turning back to face him.
Leo stepped closer, his presence looming. "I have a deal for you. Will you take it?"
Elsa's eyes widened. "What... Sir?"
"I will get you a very good job in my company, Elsa," he said, his words coming out fast now. "And I will give you money as well. In return, you have to do a favor for me."
Elsa gave him a long, questioning look. "What, Sir?"
Leo's gaze turned into a glare, intense and unreadable. Elsa felt a shiver of fear and took another step back. "What is it?" she whispered.
Leo didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked her up and down, a teasing glint suddenly appearing in his eyes. "How do I look, Miss Elsa?"
The sudden shift in the atmosphere made Elsa's blood rush to her cheeks. She felt herself blushing furiously. She took another step back as Leo stepped forward, effectively herding her toward the wall. He was close enough now that she could smell his cologne—sandalwood and something uniquely him.
They locked eyes. For a heartbeat, the world outside the room ceased to exist.
"How do I look, Elsa?" he teased, his voice a low rumble. "How many times should I have to ask you?"
"Handsome, Sir," Elsa whispered, her voice barely audible.
Leo smiled, a slow, devastating curve of his lips. "That's it?"
"Daring, Sir..." she added breathlessly.
"Again, that's it?"
The teasing was too much. Elsa felt a spark of her old fire.
"Very well! Good-looking, Sir!" she shouted, her voice echoing in the room.
"Please, Sir, don't tease me!
You already know that you are good-looking, handsome, daring, dashing, and a rich, arrogant personality!"
Leo actually laughed—a genuine, warm sound.
"Oh, really?" He leaned in slightly. "Hello, Madam. Even I am the same age as yours. You can call me Leo."
"No, Sir. No formalities,"
Elsa said quickly, shaking her head.
Leo's face went serious instantly. "Okay."
Elsa nodded tentatively. "Okay... Leo. What should I do, Leo?"
Leo took a breath, the levity vanishing.
"You need to inquire about Lucy. I want to know why she wants to marry me."
The request hit Elsa like a bucket of ice water. "Sir... I haven't done anything like that before. I'm not a spy."
"Now you will do it for me," Leo countered. "I've already offered you a job as my assistant. You can resign from the house staffing job. It's a career, Elsa."
"But Leo," Elsa argued, her mind racing. "Your family is already friends with Lucy's father. You must know her."
"I don't know anything about her," Leo snapped, his frustration boiling over. "I've met her twice at functions. That's it. You have to do this for me."
"No, Leo," Elsa said, her voice firm. "I don't want to do it. I don't have the experience."
Leo narrowed his eyes, a devious smirk playing on his lips. "Do it for me, Elsa. If you reject my offer, I'll tell my mother that you've been in my room for a long time. I'll tell her you were flirting with me."
Elsa's jaw dropped. "No! When did that happen? I didn't flirt with you, Leo!"
"Do it," he said, his voice dropping to a commanding whisper. "It's not a request. It's an order."
"NO!" Elsa shouted. The frustration peaked, and she turned on her heel, storming out of the room.
Leo stood there, stunned. "How dare she?" he muttered to himself, clutching his arm.
Outside in the hall, Elsa was fuming. "How dare he?" she grumbled. "Even if I am a soul bound to him, I won't do these stupid things!"
But as she walked, the memory of the fire accident flashed again—the heat, the screaming. Suddenly, a sharp cry of pain echoed from behind her.
"Ah!"
Elsa didn't think. she spun around and ran back into Leo's room. She found him sitting on the edge of the sofa, his face contorted in pain as he fumbled with a tube of ointment, trying to reach a wound on his arm.
"What happened, Leo?" she asked, her voice thick with worry.
Leo looked up, his eyes narrowing despite the pain. "Do you accept my offer?"
"First, tell me what happened to you!"
"Accept the offer, or I'm not telling you anything," he challenged.
Elsa glared at him. Mr. Arrogant, she thought loudly.
Leo's eyes widened as if he'd heard her. "Yes, I am Mr. Arrogant. And you are Miss Clumsy. Miss Bird-Brain. And for me..." He paused, his gaze softening for a split second. "You are... Miss Crazy Girl."
He held her gaze. "Will you accept?"
Elsa looked at the wound, then at his stubborn face. She sighed. "Yes, Sir."
Leo's face lit up instantly, a bright, triumphant smile breaking through. "Good choice."
"I have conditions, Leo," she added sharply.
Leo stood up, his height intimidating once more. "What?"
"I don't like doing this work, but I am accepting it for you," she said softly.
"What?" Leo asked, stepping closer.
Elsa remained silent. Leo moved into her space, his eyes searching hers.
"How is your wound, Sir?" she asked, her voice trembling. "How did you get it?"
"It's an old wound. Don't worry," Leo replied, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But still... it is paining."
Elsa looked deep into his eyes. In that moment, her gaze was filled with a love so profound it was almost visible—a fierce determination to save him from whatever pain he carried. Leo stepped closer, and Elsa backed away until her shoulder blades hit the cold plaster of the wall.
Their hearts were racing in a frantic, syncopated rhythm.
"I have a doubt about you," Leo whispered, leaning in. "Can I ask you, Miss Elsa... or Miss Crazy Girl?"
"Ask," she breathed.
"Have you fallen for me, Elsa?"
The question sent a shockwave through her. Her heart hammered so loudly she was sure he could hear it. For a moment, she looked at him, and the truth nearly spilled out. She wanted to say yes. She wanted to tell him everything.
But then, the doctor's voice echoed: Six months. Isabella's warning: Fire. Danger.
If she let him in, she would only break his heart in half a year. She couldn't do that. She looked away, focusing on a random spot on the wall.
"No," she lied.
Leo's smile didn't fade, but it changed—becoming something more intrigued. "Then what are your conditions, Miss Crazy Girl?"
"Move," Elsa said. "Please move. I can't breathe, you're too near."
"Sorry, Elsa. I forgot," Leo said, stepping back five full paces. "Okay. Tell me."
Elsa took a deep breath and began, her voice gaining strength with every word. "One: Never come close to me. Two: Never judge me based on my looks. Three: Never touch me; maintain your distance. Four: Never disclose our secret about Lucy. Five: Never force me for anything."
She paced a small line in front of him. "I will never come in front of you when you are with family, friends, or in public. I don't have a mobile, I hate using them. No calls, no selfies, no photos, no meetings. I will work the way I want, and you will not scold me. You will not ask others questions about me. And most importantly... NEVER try to touch me."
She pointed a finger at him. "I will only speak with you, not with anyone else. If you break any of these rules, I stop the work. I leave this house and this job. Got it?"
Leo looked at her as if she had just sprouted a second head. "You are... weird," he whispered. "Are you really human?"
Elsa flinched, a flash of genuine fear crossing her face. "Don't I look like a human, Leo?"
Leo threw his hands up in frustration. "No! You look like a ghost!"
"I AM NOT A GHOST!" Elsa shouted, her voice trembling. "I am scared of ghosts! Please don't call me that!"
Leo's eyes flashed with anger. "And if you call me 'Sir' again, or try to be formal with me, I will touch you. I will break every single one of those rules. Do you understand?"
"No! No, Leo!" she cried out. "But... you are my boss. How is it possible?"
Leo softened his expression. He looked at her with a newfound respect. "I will solve your problem. From today onwards, you are not only my assistant, but you are also my friend. So, you can happily call me Leonardo... or Leo. But I prefer Leo."
Elsa felt a warmth spread through her chest that had nothing to do with the fire and everything to do with him. Tears of joy pricked her eyes. A friendship with Leo—it was the one thing Leah had always dreamed of.
Leo reached out, his hand extended to shake hers in a seal of the pact. Elsa looked at his hand, then at his eyes, her heart swelling with a quiet, radiant happiness.
Then, Leo remembered. Should not touch.
He quickly pulled his hand back, clearing his throat. "Right. No touching. You really are a crazy girl, Elsa. And weird. So very weird."
Leo smiled at her, and for the first time, Elsa smiled back—a real, genuine smile that reached her eyes.
She had six months. She had a mission. And now, she had a friend. She held onto that thought like a lifeline as she prepared to begin the task that would decide both their fates.