"To marry a rich man and to be rich."
She's Rosé Park. A normal girl from an orphanage who flew to South Korea and introduced herself as an heiress and fabricated her whole life.
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I can't open my eyes.
I am precise that I am resting in bed. Perhaps, I am in the hospital. Jaehyun took me here as far as I remember.
However, my eyes' lid is more massive than it should be. Therefore, I can't uncover my eyes even if I am trying to.
How long did I sleep, anyway? And where am I?
In view of the fact that I am incapable of opening my eyes, my hands decided to move on its own and search up in my side, hoping that there is a hand for me to hold.
But when there is, my heart throbbed as I quickly opened my eyes to see who owns the hand, I was clinging to.
I was greeted by Jaehyun's blank face, but it lit up when he saw me looking at him. He is sitting on the right side of the bed, his eyes looking exhausted.
"How are you feeling?" He asked immediately.
"F-Fine..." I manage to say.
"That's nice to hear," He stated, his hand advancing a little, causing me to move my hand away.
"W-What had happened to me?"
"Your auto race car had a malfunction so you ended up crashing in the barriers of the field." He answered.
I stayed silent as I let everything sink to me until I recalled what happened. It happened because of a malfunction? That is great to hear. At least, it wasn't my fault, so they won't doubt me.
"Am I okay? Can I still walk? What did the doctor says? Will I be fine?" I clacked, my eyes dilating in fear.
He captured my hand and held it, "Calm down," He told me. "The doctor told me you just had a minor head injury that needs to be healed for 1 week. The blood that dripped down your head is just a minor laceration. There is no fracture found in your bones, so you'll be fine."
"Are you sure? Did my face got distorted or something?" I asked him.
"I am sure. That's exactly what the doctor told me earlier," He squeezes my hand like a gesture of assurance.
"What about my face? Does it have a wound that can't be healed?" I asked once again, still not relieved of whatever Jaehyun is saying.
"You only have one wound in your forehead. But that doesn't make you less beautiful," Jaehyun babbled, and then soon realized what he said since his eyes widened a little, and he stood straight, "So..." His grip loosened in my hand.
"Why... are you still here?" I asked him, slowly placing my hand in the stomach.
"Your personal assistant got stuck in traffic. Someone had to look after you," He stated.
"Assistant?" I frowned.
"Irene Bae is her name," He said.
The assistant that he is saying is Irene... Does that mean he believes in me now?
