Flowers Are Bait

Chapter 100:

Chapter 100:

“I think he is someone I should be thanking,” he continued. “I’d like to meet him and thank him in person.” His voice seemed tired from where he was standing behind her.

Lee-yeon was stunned. “Chae-woo, I’m really not that great of a person.”

“What do you mean?” His voice was sharp.

“I mean, you don’t have to go overboard,” she said carefully.

“I don’t think this is going overboard.”

When Lee-yeon didn’t respond, Kwon Chae-woo became still. “You think I’m overreacting, Lee-yeon?”ViiSiit novelbi/n(.)c/(o)m for latest novels

Yes. Even in the past, you went overboard. Lee-yeon thought to herself. But she just shook her head. She recognized what he meant with his actions, that he was trying to show how he felt about her. She also felt like it was her fault for making him think that way.

“I’m worried about you,” she said. Kwon Chae-woo was quiet, so she continued. “My parents both died in an accident. I don’t know if it truly was an accident, though.”

He didn’t speak. He wanted to look at her in the eyes, but he felt like, if he moved, she would stop talking. He was being so careful with her that he even loosened his grip.

Lee-yeon continued. “I have no reason to think that, of course,” she said. “But I’ve always thought it was strange. I always thought there was something wrong with their deaths.” She turned around suddenly and looked straight into Kwon Chae-woo’s eyes. “If you get hurt, then I will have nothing good left. So please be careful.”

“Lee-yeon,” Kwon Chae-woo murmured as he hugged Lee-yeon. He put his chin on her shoulder and nodded. “Okay, I’ll listen to you,” he said. “But just because your parents died at the same time, it doesn’t mean we have to.”

“For us, that’s not the answer,” he said. “Just because you were hurt, that doesn’t mean you have to hurt all the time.”

“Is it good?” she asked suddenly.

“Choo-ja!”

“In the morning, you go and fix trees, but at night—”

“Stop!” Lee-yeon was embarrassed as she tried to look away from the old woman.

Their eyes met for a moment and then they both looked away. Choo-ja held back her laughter and Lee-yeon tried to calm down.

“I still miss him, you know,” Choo-ja said as she looked down at the coffee mug on the table. “He wanted to stay home, but I dragged him to the hospital. I was greedy and I wanted more time with him, so he couldn’t go home even if he wanted to. Making him stay longer than he should have is my biggest regret.”

Lee-yeon’s uncle had always read poetry to Choo-ja, even when he was at the later stages of liver cancer. He used poems to confess his love but, when he was near death, he could no longer say anything.

“I wonder if that person is well,” Choo-ja said.

Lee-yeon frowned. “Who?”

“The person who paid your uncle’s hospital bill.”

Lee-yeon’s eyes lit up. She remembered the classical CD that she kept at the bottom of her drawer.

“I really don’t know what I would’ve done without that person’s help,” Choo-ja said. “I wonder if he ever met his son.”