CHAPTER 7: EXCHANGE OF HEARTS

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If I can't have you, what should I do? Should I just keep on thinking about the vivid memories of you or I should do something to be with you?

Were my dreams the only way for me to be with you?

Or

Can you just at least offer death? Since I already knew you were my only salvation.

"Thank you, can you tell Emilia to get me the med kit?" The woman politely asked to the one of the workers as she helped the wounded woman from standing, the cold breeze of the early afternoon were hitting their skins as they made their way to the pavillion who had the overlook of the whole vineyard, workers were already slowing down as the sun's heat was starting to get no joke, everyone was scattered all over the place without noticing their presences, the psychologist have thought that if the country they were sitting right know was Korea, their names would be all over the place once again.

Korean media just couldn't get over one single issue.

Irene took off her gloves and wiped her sweat with the handkerchief she had on her pocket. "What are you doing there in the very first place though," She said as she politely accepted the kit from the old woman who also brought a small basin of warm water to their place. "Thank you." She said and faced the psychologist who was still observing every move that the older did. "If you wouldn't mind," Irene looked at Seulgi's hand and motioned her if she could hold it.

"Ahh, yes." The psychologist replied and handed her hand to the businesswoman.

The whirling winds of autumn and the humming of the birds around the vineyard had calmed the shyness between the two women. Irene, who was busy cleaning the psychologist's wounds, took a glance at Seulgi and proceeded to go back on doing her work. "So, do you mind telling me why you are being shamed in front of the crowd Psychologist Kang?" She asked as she finished putting a bandaid to a scratch on the woman's knees. "I bet you would be able to answer me now." She added as she took her hands again and patted it dry with a clean towel before applying a cream to the open wounds.

The psychologist sighed and answered, "I was just trying to help him, he was close to Jisoo before and he's also kinda having a hard time to have me around since he did not seem to like me since then." She answered making the older to put a sudden pressure on the one of the wounds she had on her palm. "What was that for?" Seulgi asked as she hissed from the pain.

"That was for keeping people who did not like you in the first place." The businesswoman smacked the psychologist's wounded left knee making the younger to slightly groan from the pain. "And that is for not saying thank you to me." Irene fixed herself on the chair across the younger, the woman crossed her legs and looked at her, the businesswoman could clearly say that Seulgi was trying to fight any odds about the things she was facing right now on her new life as a free person, for the span of the six years of marriage, the businesswoman could also said that it was hard to let someone go and to those person who were once belong to the old love story but Irene could also thought that Seulgi will be able to achieve the true happiness in no time as long as she completely subtracted all those toxic people on her new life now.

Silence had reigned between the two of them when Seulgi decided to open her mouth. "Uhmm... I didn't expect you to own this place." She said looking at the glamorous view of the Hacienda de Romero, the psychologist could clearly picture the glamorous life of the place before minus the dark history of the previous owners of it, the manual labour of the workers and the parties that they have prepared back then, she was sure it was truly beautiful. "Anyways, I'm sorry." She said out of nowhere as she looked up to see the older woman playing with her own leather gloves. "There were a lot of things that had happened in Seoul even though there was nothing to blame on you."

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