I'll be Your Wife - 1.2
CHAPTER 1 PART 2
In a night filled with silence, Sang Hyuk sat at his desk reading complicated
documents by a table lamp. Bohyun Plaza Hotel in China, he didn't even have
time to close his tired eyes. Sang Hyuk's status as the only child of the
owner of Bohyun’s, shows his identity in the business world. He had been
taught to be the heir of the company since he was still a kid. Therefore, it
is not a wonder that he is the leader of his hotel company which the main base
is in South Korea.
His bright brain got him a nickname as the Genius by people around him. He
also has a good character since he was raised like a child from an ordinary
family. Sang Hyuk was entrusted as the financial director of the company
because of his ability to finish work meticulously and quick. He also became
subject of many people's conversations because of his expertise in managing
twelve hotel branches without ever making any mistakes.
Not only famous for his leadership spirit, Sang Hyuk's handsome face who seems
like the reincarnation of David March has also caught the attention of many
people. His tall body made his face clearly visible. His dense chest muscles
are hidden under his white shirt. Each time he walked, his sexy thighs would
make women steal glances and hold their breath.
Sang Hyuk closed the complicated files filled with numbers before rubbing his
tired forehead and eyes. Then stretching out his long legs and pulled himself
out of the chair. Sang Hyuk walked over to the window. His expression gazing
out of the window, staring at how the wind blew strongly, was gloomy. His
black eyes reflected on the dark window implied that a feeling of loneliness.
Sang Hyuk sat down back gloomily.
“Another day has passed....”
The days he went through without meaning are not what happened yesterday or
today. Life that has been lived by Sang Hyuk until now feels empty. Since
opening his eyes in the morning, he has had to wake up and swallow sickening
fatigue. He was bored to live the same life and become a robot every day.
Why should I live like this? Who should I live this life for?
CRASH!
The sound of broken glass immediately awoken Sang Hyuk from the things that
filled his mind. He was jerked to hear the sound that broke the silence.
Hearing how loud that sound, it was obvious the glass is not small in size.
Sang Hyuk who was drowning in his mind was surprised to hear the commotion.
But instead of rushing to the source of the sound, he simply turned his head.
CRASH! CRACK! CRASH!
The sound of broken glass continued to be heard, followed by deafening
bam. Sang Hyuk frowned as if couldn't hold it back any longer. He then
picked up his phone on the desk.
"Hello. Officer Kim, it's me. I'm sorry to wake you up. Could you check the
room on the right of my floor now?"
Less than five minutes later, a couple of limbs walked up the stairs, followed
by a restrained scream from the security guard and his housekeeper.
"Madam! Wake up!"
Sang Hyuk began to be disturbed by the sound of broken glass being trampled by
feet that continued to be heard. He exhaled and walked lazily towards that
woman's room. Sang Hyuk didn't go into the room. He just stood not far from
the open room door and observed the terrible state inside. There appeared to
be shards of glass, glass windows leading to the patio had been smashed by
chairs being thrown, bottles rolling everywhere. Sang Hyuk's nose caught a
smell of cigarette smoke piercing the nose, then an uncomfortable smell mixed
with blood.
Sang Hyuk frowned as he saw bloodstains on the floor. His eyes turned to the
woman. He found the woman holding a broken glass and lying on the carpet. Both
women's hands were in blood, but she smiled blandly and her eyes were not
focused as if in an unconscious state. Again, she drank until she went crazy.
Guard Kim, not surprised to see the scene, hugged the woman lying on the floor
carefully. The housekeeper began to clean the room quietly. Sang Hyuk who was
still standing outside the room stared at the three people with an
expressionless face. He then spoke coldly.
"Call Doctor Lee."
After saying it cynically, he turned around and returned to his room.
So sickening.
* * *
Mo Rae glanced towards the clock hanging on the wall with a very tired face.
8:30 a.m with a few minutes past.
No more than three and a half hours. Don't look at the clock. Time is getting
less and less moving if you continue to check it.
Due to severe flu since yesterday, Mo Rae felt her body is very tired today.
All this time she withstood the pain in her waist that felt like being
crushed. She kept washing and washing again all the piles of dirty glasses. Mo
Rae worked at Bohyun Hotel Bar from five o'clock in the afternoon to twelve
o'clock at night. The bar where she works have a quiet atmosphere and is
always visited by the upper-middle class. In this bar, she is tasked with
serving food and washing dishes.
"This one too please."
"Okay."
Mo Rae had finished half her laundry and was about to rest her waist for a
moment because of the pain. However, another employee came with a tray full of
glasses making her sigh long. Mo Rae replied with a forced smile. Because of
living alone, Mo Rae had to make money with her own hands in order to meet her
living needs and tuition fees. If Mo Rae works all day after college and puts
her bedtime aside, she can have enough of her school fees and living expenses.
However, what worries Mo Rae the most is the huge amount of debt left by her
parents.
Three years ago, her father borrowed a lot of money after his company went
bankrupt. Despite having sold all the possessions, turned out the money raised
by her parents was still lacking to cover the huge amount of their debt. Mo
Rae's parents worked hard, day and night to cover the rest of the debt, until
came the day they had a traffic accident and died. Of course, all
responsibilities that Mo Rae's parents were supposed to bear turned to the
girl's shoulders. It began on the day of her parents' funeral, the creditors
chased her and made a fuss in the burial chamber. They caused a riot at the
funeral of Mo Rae's parents. Mo Rae screamed and said that she would pay off
all her parents' debts.
"I'm going to pay off all that debt. So just leave me let my parents go
peacefully."
Mo Rae managed to persuade the debt collectors to leave her parents' funeral.
She then broke down in tears in front of her parents' photograph.
A year has passed since then. Mo Rae constantly works part-time to pay for her
tuition and life. She still couldn't pay off her parents' debts. Well, at
least she could pay her interest little by little. There are still a few
months left until Mo Rae graduates college. Once she graduates, she will soon
find a job to cover her huge debts bit by bit.
Ding ling.
When her head was filled with ideas, a bell was heard indicating the food is
ready to be served. Mo Rae took off her rubber gloves and went towards the
kitchen.
"Table number seven."
The Head Chef confronted Mo Rae and smiled at her. He then handed the girl a
ready-to-serve plate.
"Okay."
Mo Rae answered it vigorously. She then placed three large plates in a row on
her left arm. Her right hand lifted one remaining plate then went to serve the
food.
"Excuse me, did you order a steak?"
"Ah, yes."
Mo Rae matched the food with the person who ordered it. She greeted politely
and returned to the back. She washed the remaining dirty dishes.
The restaurant, which also houses a bar, is located within a five-star hotel
building and is famous for its expensive food. If summed up, the money that is
spent to pay for one table meal alone exceeds Mo Rae's salary for one month.
She never felt envious of the people who came to this place. Although,
sometimes she wondered how people like them earn a lot of money. Despite
living in debt, Mo Rae always believed in herself and tried to live honestly.
Poverty made her just a little uncomfortable. She did not feel ashamed of
herself or with others because of her circumstances. Mo Rae picked up a tissue
and cleaned her flowing snot. Then cleaning the dishes vigorously until
they're shiny. As time passed eleven o'clock at night, the people who were
drunk inside the bar began to increase.
“Hoahm!”
Mo Rae yawned without her manager knowing. Her head felt heavier and her eyes
dimmed. She wanted to go home as soon as possible so she could lay down her
tired body which was in pain. But...
NOTES
I dunno if that onomatopoeia for breaking glass is right? O_o
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