Don't Argue With Him!

The next morning, Donghwa woke up earlier than me but didn't get out of the bed yet. As soon as I opened my eyes, he smiled as he asked in a deep voice, "Babe, are you okay? Did I hurt you last night?"

I shook my head slowly. "No. But, next time you have to do it gently."

Hearing my words, Donghwa chuckled then kissed my eye. "I have to go to work today."

Hearing this, I said, "Isn't it Sunday? What about the Fireworks Festival tonight? You promised me."

Sighing, he replied, "Yes, I did. But, this business is urgent. I'll try to finish it asap, so I can go home early."

Disappointed, I took a deep breath, then moved my head off of his arm. I looked at his back as he got out of the bed until he walked into the bathroom.

After a few moments of musing in disappointment, I immediately got up and put on the pajamas that I wore last night, then went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast before Donghwa left.

Today, I just made some toasts with chocolate peanut butter. When I saw him rush out of the bedroom, I doubted that he would make time to have breakfast with me this morning, so I didn't want to cook for him.

He seemed to be ready to go for work by wearing his dark-brown patchwork coat. His hair was neatly combed back, showing the whole his handsome face that always made me amazed when I saw it.

Even though it had been ten years, his face had barely changed even though he looked more mature from the first time we met. There were only fine wrinkles in the middle of his forehead and under his eyes, which showed when he smiled.

I asked him to have breakfast together first but, it was like what I thought beforehand. He couldn't make the time, which made me show him a disappointed face without realizing it.

Seeing that expression of me made him change his mind shortly. "Huh, alright. Let's have breakfast."

After saying that, his words instantly made me excited with sparkling eyes. I immediately sat on the chair at the dining table.

When we had breakfast, the incoming call on his cell phone was annoying. There had been about twenty incoming calls in the last few minutes, and those are bothering me so much.

"If you're really busy, then you'd better get going right away. Looks like they need you right now."

He smiled. "I want to finish this breakfast first."

I smirked when I heard those words. I could only wish that if I could hear a statement like that every morning, then I no longer needed to beg him again.

After having breakfast, I walked him to the door. He kissed my lips first before heading to work. His soft lips and the way he kissed me, made me addicted. It was intoxicating like wine. And as he waved away, it was too painful to wait for him to come home.

However, as soon as Donghwa left, my cell phone rang all of a sudden.

Seeing the ID who was on a call, I frowned. "Hello?"

"Ah, Chunghee, can you send me the design graphics that you finished a week ago? I need them now."

"Didn't I send them on Thursday?"

"I forgot to save them."

It was Go Hyunjae. She sounded lethargic while saying, "Hey, Chunghee, today is the worst day ever for me. I thought that this Sunday, I can enjoy my break time and can come to the fireworks festival tonight, but Mr. Kim is so heartless. He just called me and scolded me for forgetting to send him those designs. He also told me to help the finance secretary to control the company funding that will be used tomorrow."

Hearing her complaint, made me laugh at her. "He's just that kind of person, but don't ever argue with him. I've already defended my incompetent works, and he has many reasons to prove my incompetence." I said, then continued, "Alright, wait a second."

I went to Donghwa's workroom to turn on the computer, then searched for the files and emailed them after I found them to her.

"Thank you, Chunghee! You saved half of my life from Mr. Kim's tantrum!"

"No problem."

After Go Hyunjae hung up, I immediately continued my works which had been delayed earlier, tidying up the dining table and cleaning things up.

I went into the bedroom, then opened my wardrobe. I grabbed a black ring box which was next to the pile of clothes, then opened it. I saw a silver ring in it which was engraved with the words 'heart-bounded - Lee Donghwa', then put it on my finger with a meaningless smile on my face before heading to the hospital to see Doctor Jeong there.

Donghwa had not even put on his ring yet. I watched his finger on the previous days and waited for him to explain any reasons, but apparently, he had forgotten about that rusty ring.

Does he really care about our relationship?

While I was in the hospital, I waited in Doctor Jeong's room, where he was doing a checkup on his patients on the fifth floor. So, to pass the time, I pressed the call button to contact Daehyun, intending to apologize for my incompetence at work in the company.

However, it had been nearly twelve seconds, but he had not answered my call yet. I thought that he was busy this Sunday morning, so I wanted to cancel the call. But, before doing so, the phone was picked up shortly and a voice was heard on the other line.

"Chunghee, what's up? Why did you call me so early?"

I smiled. "Um, am I bothering you?"

"No, you're not. I was just a little surprised when you called me so early in this morning."

"Um, I just—"

Before I said what I wanted to say, Daehyun cut my sentence off first, as if he already knew what was in my head. "You want to apologize? Again? Oh, come on, I understand your condition right now. There's nothing I need to blame. Get it?"

"That's what you think. But, somehow I always feel that I'm exactly incompetent at work and causing many troubles for others," paused for a second, I asked, "Ms. Go just complained to me, did you ask her again to do a lot of works?"

Hearing those words, he suddenly burst out laughing. "She complained to you? But, I just ordered her to finish what she was responsible for. She's my subordinate, then what's she complaining about from my orders? I think everyone should be working properly. I do my job, and I have a hundred of managers who manage certain divisions, then—"

"Okay, okay, enough. I understand."

He chuckled. "Okay, good."