The meeting was quickly arranged.
Fortunately, Do-ha had to go on a sudden business trip from the Friday after the party until Monday evening, when he first started at Dallie Coffee. This gave Haeyeon the chance to meet with Yoon-ho at the place he had mentioned, without any worries.
Although it seemed like Yoon-ho had deliberately chosen this time, Haeyeon didn’t mind.
“Your other party has already arrived.”
The place Haeyeon arrived at was a secretive location often used by high-profile individuals for confidential meetings. As soon as she mentioned her name, the staff immediately led her to the arranged spot.
Passing through a dimly lit corridor, she saw private rooms, and another staff member was waiting. As the door opened, a traditional Korean-style room with an intricately carved wooden table, matching the interior, was revealed. Yoon-ho, dressed in a neat suit, sat under the traditional lights.
“Did you get home okay yesterday, Haeyeon?”
As Haeyeon approached the table set with elegant Korean dishes, Yoon-ho greeted her with his usual warm smile. Haeyeon too smiled gently.
“Yes, I got home fine. What about you, Yoon-ho?”
“Thanks to something someone said last night, I had a sleepless night.”
Despite his words, Yoon-ho looked as dashing as ever, with his sleek appearance. With nothing particular to reply, Haeyeon just smiled and took her seat.
“So, what exactly do you mean?”
Yoon-ho’s inquiry was casual, almost playful. Maybe because of their conversation the night before, his approach to Haeyeon’s memory loss was different from yesterday, now almost teasing.
Her heart was still pounding. Although not as much as the day before, the matter was still tense for Haeyeon, and she struggled to keep her composure. Admitting her memory loss was a huge burden for her.
“I mean it literally, Yoon-ho. I lost a year’s worth of memories, particularly those related to an accident involving Do-ha.”
At the mention of the accident, Yoon-ho didn’t try to hide his concern, furrowing his brows. There was a brief silence before Haeyeon deliberately resumed the conversation.
“…I lost all memories related to that incident. I didn’t even know I had amnesia.”
Haeyeon’s sigh held her distress. Confessing her memory loss, her expression was bitterly sardonic. Yoon-ho, still frowning, asked curiously.
“How did you find out then?”
Haeyeon nodded, a reasonable question. She had pondered how to address this if Yoon-ho asked during their conversation.
Saying she found out by chance might seem unsatisfactory. In fact, Haeyeon herself had no idea until Lee Soo-rin told her. Moreover, Do-ha leaving her to realize it herself was implausible. Yoon-ho, a long-time friend of Do-ha, would know this too.
And trying to hedge wouldn’t work with someone like Yoon-ho. It could only reduce trustworthiness. The answer, as she thought yesterday, was to be straightforward.
“Lee Soo-rin.”
“Surely not the person I know?”
Haeyeon responded with a bright smile, incongruent with the situation. Yoon-ho, realizing his question was somewhat futile, sighed deeply.
Yoon-ho had not smiled since entering the room, except when first greeting her. His serious attitude, shedding all pretense, was exactly what Haeyeon had hoped for.
“At our first meeting, she claimed to be Do-ha’s secret lover. She suggested I leave my husband, but when I didn’t, she revealed it.”
“…”
“I caused a terrible accident to Do-ha. That’s what she said.”
As Haeyeon drove her point home, Yoon-ho sighed and rubbed his forehead. Haeyeon, still smiling calmly, continued.
“After meeting her, I did my own research. And then I realized. I had lost my memory.”
Haeyeon’s eyes lost their smile, becoming resolutely bright. Yoon-ho, frowning in silence, finally spoke.
“What do you want to ask of me?”
“As I said, I don’t remember anything from last year. All I know is that Do-ha has a large scar on his body.”
Even as Haeyeon mentioned the scar, Yoon-ho listened silently with the same expression. Neither of them had touched the food, and the dishes prepared for special guests were now neglected.
“So, I want to know about the incident that Lee Soo-rin told me I caused.”
Haeyeon’s voice resonated softly in the quiet room with paper walls. Instead of replying, Yoon-ho held a ceramic cup and took a sip of the now-cold tea.
After slowly placing the cup down, Yoon-ho’s gaze fell to the floor. Following a moment of silence, he finally spoke.
“Coming to me instead of asking Do-ha directly suggests he doesn’t want to reveal the truth to you.”
“Yes, you’re right, Yoon-ho.”
After her words, another silence fell, making Haeyeon feel thirsty. She sipped the lukewarm tea from her cup, but it didn’t quench her thirst. She just waited quietly. Fortunately, Yoon-ho didn’t take long to speak.
“What’s the price?”
Yoon-ho’s eyes crinkled with a lively expression, catching Haeyeon off-guard. It wasn’t the weight of the word ‘price’ that stunned her. Rather, she felt a sudden relief as until just a moment ago, Yoon-ho seemed to be preparing for a negative response.
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