What She Never Told Him

Chapter 16

Butting Heads

"Who told you to hang up on me, huh?" Kris mocked over the phone.

"How was I supposed to know there was going to be a blizzard coming?" Miyoon rebutted.

"Well, you would have known if you hadn't been such a brat and decided to end the call when I was in the midd—" Kris stared at the phone in disbelief when all that was audible was the ringing dial. She did not just do that again. He redialed the number but it went to the machine.

"Tch, he didn't have to rub it in my face." Miyoon grumbled as she slumped into the chair. She began to bang her head lightly against the table, wondering if this was really happening or not. Was she seriously snowed in with Lee Howon? Did the great lord wish to see her suffer? Did she commit some heinous crime or disgusting sin in her past life?

Even so, this kind of punishment was just too cruel for anyone to suffer. "Miyoon, what did your parents say?" Mrs. Lee questioned, poking her head into the room.

"They asked if it would be alright if I spent a night here," she answered a little unwillingly. She thought back to how Hoya said it himself that she wasn't welcomed here, so how could she stay in a home where she was not wanted? She couldn't. But she had no choice. This was fate and it wasn't going to change.

"It will be more than okay! You're welcomed here whenever!" The elder beamed as she vanished.

"Not according to him," she muttered.

"That's right, remember that." Hoya's voice suddenly snapped in her mind. Miyoon's head jolted upwards as she searched for him yet he was nowhere to be seen.

"Ugh, now I'm imagining his whiney voice too?"

"Who has a whiney voice?" Mrs. Park strolled in unexpectedly.

Miyoon laughed awkwardly and shook her head, "No one in particular."

"It sure didn't sound like no one. Who is it? Is that friend of yours still getting picked on by that boy? How long has it been?"

"Halmeoni, why do you have such a good memory?" Miyoon gaped.

"Just because I'm old doesn't mean I'm senile or can be fooled easily," she grinned, wagging her finger. "I know the friend you were referring to was yourself, Miyoon. I've watched you since you were a baby, didn't think I'd be able to catch you, did you?"

Miyoon scratched her head, sheepishly. "Oh."

Mrs. Park took the seat next to her and placed a hand over Miyoon's. "Do you want to tell me more about him?" Miyoon felt her heart hitch.

How could she possibly tell her that the guy, who was always mean to her growing up and still is until this very day, was her beloved grandson? Anyone could easily infer that it wasn't the best idea, in fact, it was probably be the worst idea, especially with Hoya currently being under the same roof and all.

"No, it's fine." She assured with a small, synthetic smile.

Mrs. Park exhaled and nodded, "If you say so, but if he keeps bothering you, tell me. I'll teach him a lesson." She joked, pounding her fist into her hand.

"Yes, halmeoni." Miyoon chuckled.

"I think it's time you got ready for bed, don't you think?" She pointed out; it was not a suggestion.

"I would, but I don't have any clothes." Miyoon admitted as she played with the hem of her dress.

"Ah, how could I forget? That dress must be uncomfortable enough." Mrs. Park exclaimed as she scurried to her room. Shortly after, she returned with nothing in her hands. "Maybe I am going senile. Yijung's clothes, along with mine, are at the cleaners."