You Were My Love

Scene 72 - Meeting

As his chauffeur was driving him to work this early morning, Hae Wong's mind went astray and instead of focusing on the files that were spread around on the leather seat and folding shelf before him, or on today's schedule and issues, it wandered around the memories of the previous days.

He felt warm and smiled to himself as he could recollect the precious moments he spent with his angel on Nami Island.

But soon, while the chronology of events gradually went forward, his blissful expression faded to an angered frown and his blood turned to a different kind of heat, feeling full anger.

He remembered the end of their stay and that girl's misdeeds when she called him, and then his cutie, and nearly ruined it all.

Why had she been such a low-life whore? he thought as his fury rose again at the idea.

His mind back-flashed instantly to the day they first met in person.

Even though it first had all been arranged by their fathers, Hae Wong had expressed his desire to meet Wang Mei Zhen out of any parental chaperoning, which the two patriarchs had gladly agreed to.

"Let the love birds coo freely, Jum Seung - hyung" Mr Wang had joyfully declared that night when Hae Wong and the older Mr Lee had met him for the final details of the contract.

Fools.

Probably mistaking the whole thing for some eagerness at being introduced.

Whereas the politician's one and only aim was to get organized and make some arrangements in order to limit the woman's range of action, and restrain her influence to the minimum.

He had booked a private room at the three-starred La Yeon.

While he was waiting for her to arrive, he looked outside the twenty-third floor of the Shilla Hotel-based restaurant, staring down over the Namsan Park below, thinking things through over and over again, planning his ideas and terms with the fullest care.

He had gotten there ahead of time to be sure to welcome her when she would arrive.

As the elevator doors parted, a beautiful, dark, long-haired lady in a very hypocritically appropriate pastel pink dress and matching shoes stepped out of the wood- and gold-adorned cabin.

He noticed she had left her Barguzin sable fur-coat with the attendant in the cloakroom at the entrance.

He flashed his most charming grin at her as he walked towards her, the folds of her dress billowing as she walked forward too, replying to his dazzling beam with a shy smile.

She had seen the photos, but he was superbly better than all the pictures she had been presented with, whether official portraits or stolen shots...

Her head was bent down, but her eyes worked quickly.

They scanned him all the way down, recording his amazing X shaped silhouette, and analyzing his more than handsome figure with her experienced sight and mind.

His elegant dark blue suit was of the utmost perfect style and fit his sexy body so nicely.

A tasteful tie that matched it well completed his stylish outfit.

Tall as a king.

Charming as a prince.

Broad shoulders. Full pectorals that bulked a little from under his white shirt.

His blond hair was done in the most perfect way.

Dazzling smile. Stunning eyes.

Flawless skin. Straight, prominent nose.