A typical marriage between a sociopath and a psychopath
-inspired by Britney's songs
[Two broken souls
scarred with the wounds from their demons,
playing a dangerous game of trust and love]
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Natalia T'alavou -- a sinister and merciless femme f...
"What's wrong?" Hanseok asked, noticing Seohae who was massaging her temples, brows furrowed.
She had been holding her head while she worked, and was much less talkative than normal. No one had commented about it, or even noticed, but Hanseok noticed everything.
"It's nothing much." She sat up straight again.
"You look like you're going to give birth, it's obviously something much. Got a headache?"
Hanseok asked but Seohae's pain blocked off her hearing. All she could focus on was the head splitting pain at the front of her head. She swept up her fringe and propped up her head, then feeling the hot sensation from her forehead.
She felt her forehead with her other hand just to check. "I think I have a fever."
"What? Why are you sick?"
"How would I know? Ah shit, it hurts like hell." She whispered to herself, head buried into her hands.
"You should go home and rest, stop the work you're doing." He got up to fetch her coat for her.
"But I'm almost done with the list of investors--"
"Who cares, you're even pale now. And I don't need a whiny person beside me while I'm working." He threw the coat on her lap.
"Who asked you to merge our offices, brainiac." She said sarcastically, picking up her bag.
She lugged her feet out of the room.
"Tell me when you've reached home." He said when she reached the door, but she didn't catch it.
By the time she got to the entrance of the Babel office building, her chauffeur lead her to the car, saying that Chairman Jang has ordered him to send her home.
"He wanted to get me out so quickly huh." She said to herself.
When she got home, she took some medicine and hit the bed, sleeping like a baby for hours.
Meanwhile, Hanseok searched up "How to take care of a sick person." and cringing at most of the suggestions.
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(Seohae's clothes^)
By the time she woke up, it was 7pm. She wondered how long she had slept when she heard a light clanging of metal.
