YOO-MI's POV"Of course Princess." Mr. Yoon held Honey's tiny hand and before they walk towards the door, my boss ruffled Cheol's hair and smiled at him. "Cheol," he greeted and he bowed his head down at Mr. Yoon.He turned his focus back to Honey and together, they walked inside the room but Brittany doesn't want to give up. Cheol and I looked at each other, he was still pissed off with her and so was I."Dad, You cannot enter inside!" she said, blocking their way. Panic was evident on her face."And why is that Brittany?" Mr. Yoon asked, his brows furrowed.She looked down, her hands fiddled with the hem of her dress. "Jeonghan didn't know about this girl." her finger pointed at me. "He thought she was just his assistant and he doesn't know he has a daughter. Do not confuse him or everything will get complicated!""Wait, what?! I don't understand! Who the hell planned all of this?!" Mr. Yoon started shouting making the people waiting on the bench tu

JEONGHAN's POV"Are you okay, son? Why did Yoo-Mi leave?" Dad asked me after I heaved countless sighs while I leaned on the headboard of my hospital bed. He put the two iced coffee on the table before walking towards the bed, sitting beside me.I pressed my lips together, deciding if I had to open up for him. I don't know if our relationship as father and son was fine before the accident happened but I think it's not a big thing if I open up to him, right?"Dad, I kissed Yoo-Mi." I said, heaving another sigh as I massaged my temple. "That is why she left."He clicked his tongue, then answered." That's a big problem, you have a girlfriend Jeonghan.""Yeah, I know." I stood up and slowly walked towards the window and stared outside blankly, very irritated by my reckless behavior earlier. How could I be so weak to not be able to control this crazy unwanted ache for her?"Seems like you don't have feelings for Brittany anymore.""I don't know dad."

YOO-MI's POVMy mind was spinning while we’re inside the elevator. Jeonghan was watching me intently, his brows furrowed. I looked up at him and his eyes softened giving me a slight squeeze in my hand.“Are you okay?” he asked and I nodded. “Is he the man who stabbed me?”“Yes,” I answered, not taking my eyes away from him.He nodded. He stayed silent and lost in deep thought as we wait for the lift to reach the ground floor. I don’t know what was running in his mind but I knew I’d be bombarded with questions after we got ourselves out of here.Just when the elevator opened, scarfaced man was running down from the emergency stairs. Jeonghan took my hand and pulled me as we ran out of the hospital.“Jeonghan!” I screamed when I heard a gunshot rang in the air. “What are we doing here? You don't have a car here, Jeonghan!” I screamed again when the man took another shot.

YOO-MI's POVThe next morning, I woke up in bed with Jeonghan’s arm wrapped around me. I tried quietly getting up, slowly removing his arm from me.“I’m already awake Yoo-Mi.”“Why did you wake up so early?” I asked as I sat down on the bed.“Your mom called, you were peacefully sleeping so I have no choice but to talk to her, I don’t want to disturb you,” he said, stretching his limbs. “Dad sent bodyguards in your house to protect them, to protect our daughter.”I nodded as I pulled the blanket away from my body. “I hope they’ll find Brittany and scarfaced man soon so that I could get back to my daughter. I miss her so much.” I blinked my eyes to stop the tears from threatening to fall.I stood up from the bed and stormed into the bathroom. I removed my clothes, suddenly in need of a warm shower.I stepped into the stream, enjoying the warm water for about 5 seco

JEONGHAN’s POV“Yoo-Mi?”I woke up feeling disappointed that the other side of the bed was empty. Where did she go?She left the room without waiting for me to wake up. This is the first time she’s not here beside me. I would always love us to wake up together in the morning, cuddle while talking about plans, then make love in the shower.I exhaled heavily and sat up, leaning my back against the headboard. I looked for her phone on the bedside table but it’s not there, only the gun was left.She mentioned to me last night that her phone had been drained from the battery. She might have gone to ask for a charger in the receptionist, but it’s too dangerous for her to leave the room. She should have called them and asked for a charger.I stood up from the bed and put on my clothes immediately. I grabbed the gun and slid it in my waist, I could use it in case of emergency.I stormed out of the room and ran my way int