Myung rounded his mouth in understanding. So far, Haneul is quite good at communicating, not as quiet as in the beginning. Later, she wanted to talk, especially when Myung accidentally did something ridiculous and embarrassing. The girl could laugh too, and it was not awkward to help her clean up.
"By the way, what letter was that?" Myung asked when he saw the paper folded neatly beside his wife.
"Invitation letter to work. I was rested and now asked to work again."
"You work?" Myung furrowed his brows. She thinks Haneul is a very feminine type of person, like her older sister Cho Miran. All facilities are provided and fully covered, and rich girls like them simply want to live comfortably without working. the boys work, build, and maintain their source of livelihood for the survival and welfare of the family.
"Where do you work?"
"At my father's subsidiary," Haneul answered briefly.
But Myung didn't give up. "What a job?"
"I'm a tailor."
For some reason, for the size of a chaebol girl, this quiet one seemed a lot more condescending. She never wanted to open up about anything, let alone about her family and their money. She wasn't like the average person who prided herself on owning a company or coming from an influential clan or conglomerate faction. Haneul seemed to be hiding her identity tightly.
"You sew... clothes?" Myung asked again. For some reason, he was always staring at the girl.
"Yes." Again, Haneul answered briefly and succeeded in making Myung not want to ask again.
It seems that she doesn't need to know. After all, Haneul has never been curious about his life. That's right, Haneul never tried to be curious about anything and didn't seem like she wanted to learn anything either. He kept their marital relationship to a bare minimum. limited.
"I'm going to wash the dishes." Myung hastily got up when Haneul finished eating and tried to clear up his bowls. Of course, Myung can't let his wife do things at home alone, right?
"Can you do it?"
"Tsk.I study in York and live in a cheap flat. I'm used to homework. "
Haneul looked at him with admiration.
"Where did you study?"
Myung himself wondered why he didn't stop asking about Haneul while the girl never bothered to ask, let alone ask again.
"At Ewha University."
"Women's College?" Myung laughed. "How can a woman studying at an all-girls university not be able to do her homework? Isn't that a very basic thing?"
"I learned to sew from there," explained Haneul, feeling uncomfortable with Myung's laughter just now. What do you mean?
"Oh yeah sure, it seems your tailor's title isn't as simple as it sounds."
The girl didn't answer anymore. She hurriedly ran and Myung could hear the sound of the faucet opening, which disguised the sound of Haneul throwing up all the food she had just swallowed. Suddenly, Myung also felt nauseous. Maybe it was just a suggestion. Is Haneul always like that after every meal?
"Are you okay?"
"It does not matter." Haneul shook her head slowly as she opened the refrigerator. There is mineral water and fruit juice ready to be drunk by her.
"Are you okay?" Myung asked again.
"I'm fine."
"Really?"
Haneul nodded slowly with his head down, his hands on the table. "Sorry," she said quickly.
"Sorry? " Myung parrots.
"It must be disgusting to hear that."
"Your vomit?"
Myung couldn't understand what this girl said after all. She apologized for throwing up because she was pregnant with Myung's child.
"Hey, don't say that again, OK, you're struggling right now. It does not matter. "
For some reason, hearing that made Haneul melt. She turned to Myung, who was looking worriedly at her. If counted, maybe only 2 times did Myung catch her vomiting. She could even vomit 4 to 5 times a day. Maybe if he heard it that often, Myung wouldn't be as nice as he is now. He must be disgusted too. Haneul smiled faintly.
"Come on, take a nap. Let me take care of all this. "
"I am alright," Haneul confirmed.
"You just threw up, and your stomach isn't feeling well. Come on, let's go to the room. I'll take it. "
"Myung-ssi, I'm fine."
"But I'm worried."
Haneul felt her face heat up. Why did Myung have to say that? Doesn't he know women's hearts are so easily touched?
"Well, alright, I have to start work tomorrow anyway. Thank you. " The girl hastily left him.
Myung could see that Haneul's face was red. Was the girl mad at him? Did he say the wrong thing? Myung doesn't understand.
He returned to the bowls and then vacuumed the carpet and living room sofa. Then I went to the laundry room and saw that the clothes were already hanging neatly on the clothesline. Some are even neatly ironed. Haneul did it.
Myung rushes to the room and remembers his suitcases that he hasn't finished yet. The man slipped behind the bed where their walk-in closet was plastered. All the clothes had come out of the suitcase and were hung neatly, some even folded. Haneul did it again alone, even though she was in that vomiting phase. Myung couldn't bear to think about it. The girl was doing all of this. Meanwhile, he only goes in the morning and comes home late from work without contributing anything.
Deep down, Myung never wanted this to happen. His sudden marriage, his move to this humble house, and his current position as a low-ranking staff member all dropped drastically. But living life with a woman named Shin Haneul also didn't make him feel bad. She's a good girl. She's the type of person who's hardest to hate. Haneul will still be good to you even if you hurt him intentionally or not. He behaved that way towards Myung's mother.
Such a good person, how could she be hated? Moreover, her physical appearance is almost perfect. Myung never wanted to talk about it, but seeing Haneul's face sleeping soundly in the dim light made him realize how beautiful she was. She's not human. In his heart, Myung insisted. How can anyone with such a high nose and dazzlingly round eyes be blessed with matching lips? God was in a good mood when creating this girl. Myung hopes that his son will look like Haneul so that this kind of admiration will be received by his son too. He must be stunning like his mother.