The Last Snow: Love Me Once Again For A Year - Chapter 184

My name was Yoon Hoonsik. I worked for Mr. Lee for seven years. He was a tough guy and didn’t like hearing his employees complain. People even felt reticent to him. But, on the other hand, people would never know that he was a generous person and always thought of the people in the agency.

One day, he asked me to pick up Mr. Park at the company he worked for and take him to a hotel. When we got there, Mr. Lee was also already thereby standing in front of the hotel. He then opened the car door but didn’t sit inside.

At that moment, unexpectedly, both of them kissed. I was surprised, and it seemed that Mr. Park was also surprised. However, on the contrary, Mr. Lee was acting casual. He even asked me casually, “Are you disgusted? Don’t work for me if you are disgusted. Feel free to resign.”

I felt awkward but tried to smile, answering ‘no’ as appropriate. After that, I found out that they were lovers. Mr. Lee often sent Mr. Park flowers and asked me to book a place to celebrate their anniversary.

It Didn’t matter. I didn’t mind at all. I was even proud to see the compatibility of both of them.

Mr. Park was a warm person, treated me like family. When I came with flowers from Mr. Lee at their house, Mr. Park often gave me a sneak, saying, “You shouldn’t have to send flowers. You can use a courier. Here, I just made a cake, taste it.”

I would never forget how good that person was. There was no reason to criticize him. Mr. Park also often said, “Tell Donghwa to come home in the afternoon tomorrow.” Of course, I delivered a message to Mr. Lee right away. When Mr. Lee heard it, he would be delighted, even people had never seen his cheerful face like that. Only Mr. Park could make that arrogant face melt and beamed.

However, these past few years until now, Mr. Lee and Mr. Park’s relationship wasn’t good. I didn’t know the cause, but recently, it all came to light that their relationship was broken because one of them had an affair. It was Mr. Lee.

I wasn’t sure that Mr. Lee was really having an affair. I assumed that Mr. Lee was just using the kid for fun because those years he was swamped that he rarely came home.

But, again, it was just an assumption. I didn’t know for sure. I was just assuming what I saw and knew about Mr. Lee and Mr. Park’s relationship.

After they broke up, that’s where I knew Mr. Lee was really depressed. He looked very miserable; very rarely came to work; even lost how he used to be. Every time I looked into his eyes, there was only emptiness and despair in them, as if in his daily life, there was only an endless sadness.

He looked too miserable. Mr. Lee had indeed gone through a lot of changes in recent times. Not only from his attitude, where he hadn’t talked much and lost his assertiveness, as well as his arrogance. A significant change also occurred in his physique, even I was taken aback. His skin was pale and his body was even thinner than before. Also, his hair was starting to grow gray, and the wrinkles on his face were becoming more and more obvious, especially in certain areas, such as under the eyes, at his thirty-two years of age. He was still young, but he looked very chaotic and had lost his youth due to romance, so he looked ten years older than his actual age.

I was sure it wasn’t because of his deteriorating health. Rather, it was because of thinking about all the painful things that concerned him and Mr. Park.

After they separated, Mr. Lee never looked after his condition again. He drank too much and was under a lot of pressure at working. Alcohol and cigarettes. Both were like his life partner lately. Although I often reminded Mr. Lee about his current cardiac condition, he was a stubborn person and didn’t want to hear anyone’s advice.

Until the last day we met, he looked very different. If normally I would have seen how much pain he was in through face or eye contact, at that moment Mr. Lee looked just like before when we first met.

However, oddly enough, he often smiled. Even the people in the office wondered and were astonished.

I didn’t suspect anything at the time. I thought he had already accepted their separation, so I never asked him about it directly.

That day, after dropping him off, I saw the documents left in the back seat. I hastily returned to Mr. Lee’s apartment.

Since our place was quite far apart, it took about half an hour to arrive.

However, what I witnessed was truly terrifying. Mr. Lee was already lying in a pool of blood helplessly. On his wrist was a deep horizontal slash, cutting through his veins, allowing blood to seep profusely from there.

After learning that Mr. Lee was still breathing, mindlessly, I immediately contacted the hospital.

In this precarious situation, I didn’t know where to contact anyone, while Mr. Park, it was already impossible to tell him. So, after some thought, I decided to contact Mr. Bae, as far as I knew they were already like brothers.

Mr. Bae was also shocked to hear the news and immediately rushed to the hospital. He had a worry on his face. He grabbed Mr. Lee’s hand, then asked me in an almost trembling voice, “Yoon, why did this happen?”

However, all I could say was what I saw. Mr. Lee was in a coma for two days due to too much blood loss and drug overdose.

Until on the second day he suddenly mentioned Mr. Park’s name several times, so Mr. Bae asked him to clarify what he meant.

Mr. Lee said in a weak voice, “Let me hear Chunghee’s voice …”

At that time, Mr. Bae tried hard to contact Mr. Kim and even came to his office, but no avail.

And in the end, Mr. Lee breathed his last without hearing Mr. Park’s voice.

How he asked for that, made me feel sorry for him. But what should I do? Mr. Park’s number was inactive anymore, and the only person who could deliver the news was reluctant to pick up the phone.

In the end, Mr. Lee died without a word that he left except for a letter to Mr. Park and also an inheritance sheet.

But, sadly, the bad news was heard again. One week after Mr. Lee’s death, Mr. Park caught up with him, said Mr. Kim a few days ago.

It was shocking news that I got after I mourned the loss of a Boss.

I didn’t even expect that I shed tears. However, I wasn’t surprised. I also deserved to feel lost and grieving. In all the years working with them, getting to know them both was lucky.

Now, I could only hope that they would meet again to tell about how much they still loved each other without anything to hide.

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