Broken Loves Winter Storm

Rejection 41

Yoon ended his day and sat for a while, pondering why Park Cho Hee was in Seoul. They had parted on good terms; she had been his therapist for nine of the ten years he was away from home. She had grown close to him, touching every part of his soul. She recognized that he was gentle, caring, and driven—qualities she desired in a husband, should fate grant her one.

She fell in love with him around the eighth year of their relationship. He noticed she became more attentive during the last years of their patient-therapist relationship.

He did not reciprocate the adoration she showed him and maintained his distance. "Could she be here to confess her feelings for me?" he wondered, as the detail of that thought turned into a ringing warning.

He glanced at the clock, shut down his computer, secured some files, and gathered his briefcase, keys, and coat before departing for the day. Her hotel was nearby, so he sent her a text with his estimated time of arrival, she replied, suggesting they meet in the hotel lounge.

After taking a shower, she carefully chose her outfit hoping to aim to impress him and offer a glimpse of herself beyond her professional role. She wanted to be seen as a woman, not just his therapist. Yoon was meticulous with details, always remembering people, places, and events—a trait that contributed to his business acumen.

it was the close of day for Syung Mi also.... her meeting with Park Cho still weighed heavily on her mind. She wondered if she had contacted him to confess her feelings for him. The situation of her family and ex-husband was still fresh on her mind it kept her from contacting him for 6 months. She hoped he understood considering their last intimate words together before being taken hostage by Lee Bo va. Even the sound of his name made her nauseous.

She picked up her cell phone and scrolled to his contact. She contemplated sending a text message, but it would be too conspicuous if Park Cho Hee had already informed him of their meeting. Closing her contacts, she grabbed her car keys, turned off the office lights, and departed for the day.

She needed a drink—something to clear her mind and help her decide on her next steps.

Yoon arrived at the hotel lounge and took a seat at the bar, he ordered a drink as he waited. Six minutes after placing his order he turned towards the door and saw her enter the room. At that moment he became nervous not realizing just how beautiful she was he could not take his eyes off her. She usually wore her hair up with glasses.

But now, she had let her hair down to her shoulders, revealing her eyes, a rare opal green, a trait uncommon among Korean women. Her features were slender and dark, her lips painted an elegant red complementing her black low-cut dress. Her shoes were more expensive than he wanted to consider.

Any man would be a fool not to desire this woman.