"By the way, who was that young man? Why did he cry like that?" I asked calmly while enjoying the apples candied. "Do you always treat your employees like that at work?"
Lee Donghwa slightly lowered his gaze and could only apologize in a low voice without answering my question first, so I said, "Why are you apologizing to me? I told you that you shouldn't apologize to me, but to that kid. Apologize to him tomorrow or do I need to do it for you?"
"Chunghee ...." Donghwa lifted his eyes, gazing at me with a complicated gaze that I couldn't understand, whether it was guilt or fear. He took my hand, held it tightly, and said deeply, "Chunghee, do you love me?"
Hearing that question, I looked straight at him. I was reluctant to admit my feelings anymore, but what could I do? He was as if forcing me to do it. "Sure, so what?"
"Then tell me that you love me. I want to hear it more clearly," Donghwa said. He raised his eyebrows, expressing how pathetic he was.
