A few moments later.

"Thank you for your coming, Young Master."

Hearing that epithet, my forehead wrinkled unconsciously. I glanced at Daehyun who was currently putting his index finger on his lips while smiling — giving a gesture of silence.

Daehyun also drove me back to the apartment. He asked me to rest for a while and would come to pick me up at seven o'clock tonight.

Inside of this room, there was only sorrow. To be honest, being here alone just made me feel frustrated, and brooding in the dark.

I hadn't contacted Donghwa in these two weeks, and he hadn't given any news either. It wasn't that I didn't love him anymore, but I just wanted to know how he felt when I didn't have the news for him.

But, the result was only a disappointment. It even made me want to run and hid until he thought that I would never come back.

In the evening, I was neat in my suit and leather shoes. Until Daehyun arrived and we immediately headed to a luxury hotel in the city center.

When we got there, we were treated to several fine wines, with many variations that couldn't be named one by one. Some of his colleagues also greeted us with kindness, which seemed to be glorified with great dignity.

However, I wasn't used to something like this, so I decided to stay away from this crowd, and watched this event from a distance.

Suddenly, a familiar voice called out to me, "Chunghee?"

I spontaneity turned around and saw the 'notable person' who I hadn't seen for a long time. I approached him and shook his hand with a friendly smile. "Uh, Mr. Kim, long time no see, sir."

He smiled. "I heard that you were my son's assistant."

Mr. Kim Myungdae was a notable person in South Korea. He was the owner of many well-known companies, and one of them was the company where I worked now.

In the past, he was a president in TU Company before Daehyun shifted his position and replaced him as the new president.

I heard that Mr. Kim Myungdae gave two of his big companies to his son at this time, but I didn't know which company he had been out of charge of.

However, when I heard him say his sentence, it immediately surprised me. The words 'my son' told a bit of everything. However, before making sure, Daehyun came and seemed to bring an answer. "Dad?"

The word 'Dad' had showed everything that Mr. Kim Myungdae and he were both father and son.

Why did he become president and why was he called a Young Master — luxury cars and the same leadership style — all of that was because he was the son of a conglomerate and successful businessman in South Korea.

Why didn't I notice their family name? Though, that already made things clearer.

The three of us talked a lot tonight. Now and then the jokes that they said brought laughter to our conversation. Father and son were no different.

However, in the middle of our conversation, the pain in my head started acting up again. Mr. Kim Myungdae and Kim Daehyun were surprised when they saw that I was grimacing, enduring this extreme pain.

My gaze began to darken, but I tried to maintain my consciousness even though my body had fallen and was held in Daehyun's arm.

Luckily, we weren't close to the crowd so people didn't notice.

Mr. Kim Myungdae started to panic. He asked Daehyun to call the hospital, but I immediately prevented him so stubbornly, arguing that I was just tired and only needed to rest.

The two of them relented, and then Mr. Kim Myungdae spoke in a commanding tone, "Hurry, take him to the room. I'll stay here if someone's looking for you."

Daehyun nodded. "Got it!"

As I was in the room that been booked, I laid there in pain with a weak body and fell asleep without knowing it.

When I woke up, Daehyun was still beside me. He exclaimed and there was undisguised anxiety in his voice, "Chunghee, just rest. Don't push yourself."

His delicate face and warm eyes lost their beauty. There was only an obvious concern.

"You can't let this any longer. You have to go to the hospital to check your condition up."

I smiled weakly, and changed the subject, "Daehyun, I just knew that Mr. Kim is your father ..."

Because of my indifferent attitude, he became irritated but tried to suppress it by gritting his teeth and spoke with worry, "Chunghee, the next few days I have a business visit to my father's agency — Glory In-Media (GIM) Agency — for a cooperation contract with another company. If I'm not around, what about you? You'll be alone."

Paused for a second, I asked, "In Daejeon?"

'Isn't that company where Donghwa works? Do they know each other?

'So ... GIM Agency is Mr. Kim's Agency, huh ...'

I forced myself to get up, and asked with strong curiosity, "Do you know Lee Donghwa?"

"Sure. Do you know him?"

I nodded. We are close enough than just knowing each other, that was ... as lovers.

"He's a president of that agency. He's also investing quite a lot in the new company, and what I heard is, he will become the owner of that new company soon."

I stared at Daehyun in disbelief. I didn't know the news at all.

However, suddenly the water on Daehyun's face changed and showed displeasure, "You shouldn't have to ask such a thing. There's no way I don't know him. As someone that my dad trusted, he's smart in business but unfortunately, he caught up in several scandals, one of them is in a love affair. My dad was even willing to cover up his rumor about the date he had with his assistant." paused for a second, he smiled, "Drop it. Now you have to rest because I have to get back to the event."

Without responding, I let him leave.

It was quite clear now about why he had changed so far. I had suspected from the start that he had someone special out there, and was just manipulating myself into thinking that it was an untruth.

I knew it from three years ago.

This had become the real thing. I fought for our relationship for ten years. But without caring, he broke the trust and promise that been carved.

Fine, I was fine. With foolishness, I still thought that this was an untruth.

'Does he know what it feels like to shirk his own feelings?'

It's like stabbing yourself in the chest with a dagger.

I cried, and I didn't know how many times I cried over this relationship, just to keep it whole with the trust I still had.