Somehow this scenario felt less bewildering than attending an evening ball with the heir of Zeus Hotels. ” “Our heartwarming family photo-shoot,” he pronounced. And now you’re in debt.” Rachel crossed her arms, glancing back and forth between them both. “Choi Young Do, you’ve really gone crazy,” Rachel spat slowly, eyes wide and furious. At Eun Sang’s entrance, Young Do looked up from his seat. I’m out of here.” Rachel checked her cellphone and grabbed a purse from the table. “Try not to be late, and—” she gave Young Do a hard look “—do not show up on that motorcycle. If anything’s missing, I’m going to assume stole it.” With a parting glare, the queen left her royal suites. Except here he was with his shirt partially open, the collars crumbled, and bow tie slung over one shoulder. And so she tiptoed to position the necktie, her hands inevitably brushing against the skin of his neck. Ignoring her warm cheeks, Eun Sang tried to concentrate on the tie. It didn’t help that he’d long stopped speaking, and a charged silence caressed them both. Soon they were off and the city once again whirled past in shimmering impressions. But a blast of sound obliterated her self-imposed calm. Just below a small flight of stairs was the dance floor, where a live orchestra was readying to play. “For all the glittery mess, these things are damn boring.” He toasted the air. ” “Yes, past tense.” He met her alarmed look with a thin smile. “Don’t you think three waltzes in a row is too much? CEO of Gourmet Royale.” “I’m his daughter, Soo Jin.” She offered him her hand, and tilted her head towards the man. “Before I went away to Moscow, you used to come to our place with your parents. “Our transfer student has half a brain after all.” Hissing, Eun Sang raised her arm. “Ya, if you hurt me I won’t bring you to that concert.” Her reaction he did not see — for that moment a hand weighed down on his shoulder, and a flat voice droned, “Sir, your father is here.“ He turned at saw the secretary. Were your girlfriends so lucky to —” He staggered and willed away the pain.
When the motorcycle silenced to rest, she felt a knock against her helmet. “Cha Eun Sang, wake up and get off.” She opened her eyes and saw him smirking at her over his shoulders. ” The courtyard was surrounded by sleek, high-rising buildings. He was now in classic tux and seemed older somehow. Security’s going to kick you out.” “Ya, your shrillness level is at a 10. The door slam following her departure heralded a sudden silence. “Here—” she came close and reached for his shirt “—let me.” The lower buttons she re-arranged without difficulty. She finally pulled and jerked the necktie—and him within it—into submission. I want something to drink.” He bowed with excessive charm and led her to the edge of the dance floor, by a table overflowing with refreshments. “And this is my husband, Moon Hyuk.” Young Do bowed. Our dogs loved you.“ He laughed at the faint memory. “He waits for you outside, by the main fountain.” Young Do shook his head and loosened his bow tie.– Under the frail moonlight, his father formed a commanding shadow. Even in the dark, his father had such good — Another punch. I see you’re bleeding,” Choi Dong Wook finally spoke, looking at his son dispassionately. Take that cheap girl of yours and scram.” Young Do spat. With some damage control, even—” “Don’t waste your time.” In this, Young Do was firm.
Paternalism is not support, controlling is not caring. Falling in love is not a math equation and you can’t blame someone for who they love.
When I watched the first four episodes of “When A Man Loves” I was interested in the story I thought it was trying to tell.
“Unless you want to ditch the event for something more … ” She realized she was holding him tightly and scrambled off. Young Do grabbed a garment bag from his bike and swung his keys with a free hand. What a fine sight he made, resting against that leather armchair, all clean lines and sharp cheekbones. “Job well done, Sister,” he murmured, eyes still on Eun Sang. But as she worked her way up, his hot breath brushed against her knuckles like the licks of a flame. It rested mostly symmetrical between his shirt collar and she breathed with satisfaction. Eun Sang popped a strawberry in her mouth and grabbed a glass of champagne. ” Holding back annoyance, he turned to see who was it this time. Panting, he nonetheless sneered, “Abuji, why does this feel like a victory? “By tomorrow morning, the photos will be everywhere. this Choi Young Do is really into a housemaid’s daughter."” His father raged visibly, but Young Do wanted to push it further: “This sort of thing … Every common fool loves a rags-to-riches romance.” “Choi Young Do, don’t test your luck.” His father’s voice shook faintly.
“Follow me.” Uniformed doormen bowed as they passed through enormous glass doors. She could feel his gaze heavy against her— even as she methodically straightened the collar. With a final tug at the bow, Eun Sang withdrew her hands. He watched her survey the scene with fresh-eyed wonder and felt a soft pang of amusement. But the approaching man and woman did not stir immediate recognition.
It is difficult double standard many Korean women struggle with.Inside, the lobby was ornately decorated in shades of gold and turquoise, supplemented with wood and glass paneling. Yoo is expecting you.” Eun Sang wondered as they stepped into the elevator. She’s been the cafeteria main attraction since day one.” “You know I don’t like to eat there. A marble service desk hosted several more uniformed personnel. It whirled upwards and opened to reveal a private foyer with enormous plants. Hate to mix with the plebes.” “Sister, only you could be so self-absorbed. They had from day one in elementary school, stuck together.They both came from China and had later moved to Korea, for either work, or just because their families wanted to.