91 Muddled Blood (2/2)

”Mr. Jang? If you see the girl I came here with, can you please take her home? I'm counting on you,” he called his chauffeur, telling him to take the girl home in his stead. The least he could do was make sure the girl came back to his house safely.

”Of course, sir.” The chauffeur agreed immediately. Soon, he ended the call, looking out for the girl's figure.

Heo Woo Seung sat in the private room alone. He sighed tiredly.

”Yeoreum-ssi, I'm sorry...” he whispered quietly as he looked at the picture of them. He flipped the picture, reading the words that had been written behind it all those years ago.

'May we become happy. -Han Yeoreum \u0026 Heo Woo Seung,' the captions read.

He thumbed the picture longingly.

”Where are you? Where have you gone?” He whispered sadly. ”Why won't you come back...”

He closed his eyes, remembering the memory behind the photo.

One of his young patients had been an aspiring photographer, and having gotten his hands on an instant camera, the young boy had went around and took many pictures. The boy had taken a liking to Han Yeoreum, and asked her to be his model. Happily, she had agreed. He had witnessed it, and with slight jealousy, he had requested to be photographed as well. Of course, the boy, seeing nothing wrong, agreed easily. The boy had given Han Yeoreum a bouquet of flowers as a prop, and then, the picture was taken.

What fond memories, he thought.

Slowly, he got up, carrying the takeaway food. He'd send it home later, just in case Yeo Ri still wanted to eat them.

He received his credit card back from the waiter, who, upon noticing that the two guests were having a private discussion, tactfully waited outside until they finished.

Heo Woo Seung gave the waiter a small, knowing smile that concealed a warning. ”Whatever you heard, forget it.”

”Of course, sir,” the waiter returned his nod understandingly. The restaurant had no shortage of valuable customers, and he was experienced in dealing with customer privacy. Just this small bit of gossip would not make him open his mouth.

Heo Woo Seung left the restaurant with a sombre mood. Instead of going straight home, he took a taxi to his office and called a delivery service to send the leftovers to his house.