Another Wife
Chapter 3: The Rapture

Seungwoo's doctor Irene could only look at her partner in wonder. Why her? Coming while carrying a dying man in a random state of flirtation. Is it true that he 'picked it up' from the streets like he used to?

Han Seungwoo, the usually cold-faced man was still sitting next to the man who was still asleep from last night. Irene thought maybe she had eaten wrong to the point of making her excessively anxious to an unknown person.

"Have you been satisfied looking at him, Woo? Don't want to shower or change clothes for a while? Smelling of death" Seungwoo just glanced, slightly distracted by Irene's talk. But his worry had not subsided, though not very visible but he could not suppress it.

"He's okay, right?"

"Not going to die for now"

"Seriously, Ren"

"Yes Mr. Han. Stop acting like a kasmaran. Go take a bath, you smell" Irene sneered as she walked out of the room. Tired of Seungwoo's behavior all night he persuaded to leave the room immediately. In addition to hampering the examination he also made Irene uncomfortable because her eyes did not turn to look at the man. What was? Who and why he treated the man differently. Irene was just worried, she knew very well how Seungwoo really was. How dark was the man's past more precisely.

After being scorned by Irene in such a way, Seungwoo finally left as well. He has not yet returned to his main house. He spent the night in the east building. Sunghoon had also met him there but Seungwoo was still reluctant to leave.

After returning, he cleaned up his extremely messed up self. Breakfast then handed over his schedule that morning to Wooseok to be taken over by him. After that, he resigned himself to sleep. That day he just slept and rested his body, also dampened his emotions. There was no word yet on the ambush last night. And of course the business can not run as usual again because some people are clearly more careful again this time. The night became a bloody night, although the ambush failed but their location was already known. Only a few policemen can get out of there alive. And it's stirring up society. On television that morning it was filled with the same topic news.

After afternoon. The man Seungwoo was worried about finally woke up from his sleep. The first thing he smelled was an antiseptic scent. But the surrounding buildings were too luxurious for a hospital. As soon as Seungyoun realized that he was still in the 'his master's' house he was a little relieved. Wait-wait. Last night he said he wanted to die, didn't he? It is undeniable as well, Seungyoun is also afraid of dying his image.

"Away awake?" Irene's greeting made her take her eyes off. "You're not so bad, you're just out of blood. A total rest week would definitely be better"

"Help me..." Irene smiled in response. He approached Seungyoun who was still lying down.

"You're asking the wrong person for help. I'm a worker here. If you want to let go, ask Seungwoo himself" Irene sat down. Checking for wounds on his stomach and legs. "Don't move much. Just relax Seungyoun-ssi"

Seungyoun frowned. Relax said. This woman who was too relaxed until it was very comfortable to be in a demon lair like this. Irene got up, walked towards the outside of the room. Before he completely disappeared behind the door, he stopped again. "You must be more obedient if you want to live. You're a precious item here".

A teenage boy to his room brought food. He looked young, with a face as beautiful as a statue. His dark aura was engraved clearly, like he was hostile towards everyone he stared at. It might be a servant, maybe a prisoner, or maybe another 'worker' in this mansion.

"Master told me to help you eat"

Seungyoun assisted sitting, although feeling too excessive in fact he was still limp. The doctor's words were still spinning in his head. What valuable stuff? So he's a VVIP prisoner or something? After feeling awkward because of each other's silence Seungyoun opened his voice.

"Do you know what your name is?"

"Sunghoon" His flat words pierced through his hearing.

"You waiter? Or a guarantee like me?" Sunghoon stared at him sharply. Looks like she doesn't like Seungyoun's question. "okay sorry-"

"I serve Han Seungwoo" what else is this? A slave? Before Seungyoun grew chatty with his mouth Sunghoon hurriedly spoke again. "Don't talk to me"

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After almost a week he was there Seungyoun finally completely recovered. He didn't know if he was recovering this fast. Even his wounds were almost healed and no longer hurt. Lately he knows that one of Seungwoo's businesses is based on certain medicals and drugs. Irene told me many things, not all of which are important but can erode Seungyoun's boredom. She became closer to Irene, the woman was a little fierce and chatty but luckily she was a good person. That's what Seungyoun can catch.

"It looks like Seungwoo is lonely. Maybe because his other friends haven't come back to this day"

"Who does nuna mean?"

"Ah, you will also know that they are coming back later" Irene sat down next to Seungyoun. Enjoy the tea quietly. "Let me guess. Maybe soon you'll really be my friend, Youn"

"Huh?" Seungyoun gave up, Irene was always like this. Talking to yourself without knowing the purpose. No further conversation. Until the silence was broken by the knock of the door and opened.

"Master called Cho Seungyoun to meet him" a servant relayed a message then waited for a response. Irene nodded. Seungyoun is just overwhelmed with confusion and anxiety. What do you want this time, asshole.

"I told you so. There meet the great sir"

He guided the waiter towards the main building. The house was really big almost matching the hotel. The first room is as memorable as a gathering room rather than a living room. Then they headed towards the dining room that felt like a banquet hall. A long table and several chairs lined up. Like you have a lot of family members or want to throw a party. A man who looked that age was sitting there. Looking forward to lunch together. Seungyoun sits at a distance of 2 seats.

"You want to have lunch together, Cho Seungyoun-ssi?"

"Yes, Sir"

After that unexpected invitation they finally had lunch awkwardly. Finally the main purpose was revealed.

"I want you to be my man" Seungyoun nearly choked on the rice. He doubted his ears.

"Sorry-wait-what?"

"I want you to be my man. Simple, you owe so much. You can't work for anyone else. Then you should work for me. I shouldn't, but I made an exception"

"After that I can get out of here?"

"Yes, depending on how much information you're holding" Seungyoun bit his lower lip. He can't choose. Die inside or die outside. Both options with 2 clear endings.

"good. I'm willing"

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