My Pretty Husband

I just out of a building where I work and then my cellphone ringing. Evidently it is a call from my boss, I answer it immediately, "Hello?"  "Lee Yongju! Come here quickly!" Designer Joe shouts to me. "But... this is lunch time..." I reply.  "Come quickly! You made the problem with President Director?" "Huh? No..."  "Hurry, come here!"  "Oh, okay." Finally I give up. The phone connection is lost. I turn back and run to the HK Group building again. Even though lunch time isn't over yet. I am so mad to Designer Joe, she always disturbs my lunch time even though it is only a trivial problems. She can talk about it later, why should she delay my lunch time? What is the problem? -o0o- I sit awkwardly in front of the two of them. They are Mr Byun, president of the HK Group and beside him is his wife. They stare me earlier without say anything. This situation make me really nervous, they mak

I think I'm smart enough. I smile thinking about it, I just need to pretend to love Baekmyo in front of public. Will I be able to play it?  "Very happy, huh? You almost rip your mouth when you smile." Suddenly Baekmyo come to the bride's room with a tuxedo attachs to his well-built body. For a moment I am stunned. He is handsome too when he wear a formal clothes like that. "I think you are engulfed by the earth," I said sarcastically. I don't expect that he will actually come to his own wedding and not hid or ran away. "Miss Lee Yongju, I don't expect you have so much guts. Not afraid to get involved with people like us. Out there, there are lots of wolves roaring to eat you." He looks at me. "You have three minutes left. Think about it quickly! If you change your mind, I'll help you to get out of here and I won't forget my promise." "Lee Yongju won't go!" said the President Director, suddenly come. "Baekmyo, this marriage is the only way to clea

"Aish, my beauty is natural," I unconsciously muttered softly. "Lee Yongju!" called one of them which make me very surprised. "What did you just say?" My heart starts pounding, the chill runs from my feet to my head. Do I get caught? "That's... nothing. I'm just chatting with my friend," I reasoned. "Oh hey, you already know about our President Director's son's wife?" She looks like going to asks me to gossip. "That... yeah, I already know, hahaha," I said awkwardly. "Aren't you heartbroken?" You guys don't know who Byun Baekmyo's wife. The beautiful woman who you are accused of having plastic surgery is right in front of you! Huh, I wanna scream like that in front of their faces. "Why am I heartbroken? Hahaha," I replied with a bland laugh. "Huh, you're always boring, Yongju." "It's sad, this country experiencing mass heartbreak after Byun Baekmyo got married," said another. Mass heartbreak? Is

"Baekmyo! You're bad! Bastard! Damn!" I shout, point at Baekmyo's face angrily. I keep screaming, try to defend myself even though the two men drag me out of that room. But who will hear the screams of the woman who works as a cleaning service? Several people have already crowd into the front of the director's room, they are looking at me curiously. They do not help me but even talk about my ugliness. Right, who will dare to help someone like me? Than against the command of director, it is better let I like this. -o0o- I can't sleep, even though it is past midnight and almost morning, I am still wait for Baekmyo to return. I walk up and down in front of his room anxiously. Of course for worry myself. He is dead or alive I don't care, the important thing is to solve my problem first. I want so badly to suffocate him, my hands feel so itchy. Where is he goin

"Unfortunately I don't like gossip like that, it's not my style." Baekmyo closes his computer. "Then, who spreads rumors like that in the office?" Baekmyo shrugs. "I have no idea." "Wow, I don't expect them to seriously support you," I mutter when my mind is on the Gossip Trio. Baekmyo stands up, walks over to me who stand in front of his desk, then he pulls my chin with one beautiful hand. "I'm grateful for that. Now hurry downstairs and prepare dinner for me! I'm hungry," he whispers in a low voice. His treatment like this makes my heart rustle. Nobody touch me like this before, so I am nervous. -o0o- One bottle. Two bottles. Until two bottles of soju I crash, I cross the line. My head is very dizzy and I am barely conscious. My body's tolerance for alcohol is actually only two or three, finishing two bottles put me literally on the brink of consciousness. I want to die. "Miss! Miss! You better go home! You are alread