I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega - Episode 215

I Possessed a Terminally Ill Omega – Episode 215

Should he be grateful that the wound had healed? But there was still a scar that caught the eye. He thought it would have been better if this had disappeared too.

However, Seo I-Kyung turned away resignedly. He left the bathroom and sat on the bed, drying his hair with a towel.

Seo I-Kyung stared at the empty table. He recalled sitting across from Han Seung-jae the day before. Han Seung-jae had listened to Seo I-Kyung while drinking whiskey.

―And it seems Seon-yoo was a bit excited to be out after a long time.

He had seen Jin Seon-yoo being roughly carried on Jin Seok-young’s back. So before the image of Jin Seon-yoo could worsen further, Seo I-Kyung tried to salvage the situation as much as possible. There was no need to look good in Han Seung-jae’s eyes, but there was also no reason to be remembered negatively.

He had only just realized that Han Seung-jae hadn’t actually prevented him from meeting Jin Seon-yoo. So if Han Seung-jae were to really tell him to keep his distance this time, it would be troublesome for Seo I-Kyung.

But Han Seung-jae just looked on with an indifferent gaze. He didn’t interrupt Seo I-Kyung’s words.

―I felt the same way.

Although nothing was lacking in Han Seung-jae’s house, Seo I-Kyung had enjoyed a brief moment of leisure, going out and meeting Jin Seon-yoo. He had felt comfortable for a while, enjoying the view that could be seen at a glance due to the good weather. So he also wanted to go with Han Seung-jae.

However, when he said that yesterday, Han Seung-jae showed no reaction. But was what he said in front of the elevator today related to yesterday’s events?

It’s highly likely that he’s mistaken, as Han Seung-jae isn’t the type to be so attentive. Nevertheless, Seo I-Kyung looked back while pulling down the towel that had been covering his head. The weather outside, which he had observed throughout his call with Jin Seon-yoo, was warm with a gentle breeze.

***

Second floor study.

Han Seung-jae sat at his desk reviewing documents that Secretary Park had stacked. Meanwhile, Secretary Park took out document envelopes from the black bag he had brought and put them in the drawer. As Han Seung-jae already knew about Seo I-Kyung’s activities yesterday, he didn’t make a separate report.

As Secretary Park closed the drawer and was about to pick up his bag, Han Seung-jae called him. Secretary Park approached the desk, leaving the bag where it was. He wondered if there was a problem with the performance report Han Seung-jae was looking at.

“Did you find something?”

Han Seung-jae turned a page of the document and said:

“Find some suitable places for a date this evening.”

Although Secretary Park heard unexpected words from Han Seung-jae, he didn’t seem flustered or surprised. Usually, Han Seung-jae would come to the office even on weekends to review documents. Today, he had said he would work in the study. And Secretary Park thought that the reason for this behavior was not unrelated to Seo I-Kyung.

“Understood.”

Secretary Park answered like that to check first, and then turned around. Han Seung-jae didn’t seem to have any more instructions for him. Secretary Park opened the bag he had left and took out a tablet PC.

As it happened, there was an art exhibition going on. But they couldn’t view it with other people. If people’s attention was focused on them, it would be difficult to leisurely appreciate the paintings.

Han Seung-jae probably didn’t mean for him to find a place where such things would happen. If he told Curator Lim Jeong-yun in advance, she would prepare to welcome Han Seung-jae after the evening closing.

There were only a few hours left until evening. Secretary Park first took out his phone from his inner pocket to call Curator Lim Jeong-yun. However, there was an incoming call first.

Ring-

Secretary Park, after checking the screen, lowered his hand holding the tablet PC and left the study.

***

Click, Seo I-Kyung’s head moved at the sound of the door.

“…?”

He was sitting in the room full of baby items, drinking tea that Butler Do had brought. The window was open for ventilation. Through the gap, a soft breeze seeped in, making the mobile sway. Seo I-Kyung looked at the open door. Then he put down the teacup he had lifted back onto the saucer.

‘Is the work finished?’

He slowly rose from his seat at the table. Seo I-Kyung had been thinking of going down to the studio while Han Seung-jae was working in the study, but he had come into this room and was resting. Recently, Seo I-Kyung spent more time here than in the studio.

The sound of the door opening was definitely heard just now… He wondered if Han Seung-jae had left the study. If it was Han Seung-jae, it would be better to call Butler Do and ask him to bring tea. As he was thinking these thoughts and heading towards the open door, Seo I-Kyung heard Secretary Park’s voice.

“Are you sure?”

Seo I-Kyung’s steps came to an abrupt halt.

‘It’s Secretary Park.’

Seo I-Kyung was about to go out and show his face but turned back. Secretary Park was working now. So the person he was talking to would probably be work-related, and he didn’t want to go out and disturb them unnecessarily.

Seo I-Kyung turned his steps back to the table where he had been drinking tea. Secretary Park’s voice continued again.

“Why did Min Ra-hyun commit suicide?”

Seo I-Kyung’s spine tingled. The back of his neck stood on end and his body hair rose. He doubted his ears. It was a name he could never forget.

No, it was a person he had never once erased from his mind.

Seo I-Kyung could never confuse Min Ra-hyun’s name with anyone else’s. So there was no way he had misheard.

Seo I-Kyung turned his stiff neck to look at the open door. His vision suddenly turned white, and he was rapidly overcome with dizziness as if all the blood had drained from his body. Seo I-Kyung raised his left hand to hold his head. His legs wobbled and his knees buckled weakly, causing him to collapse on the floor.

***

Butler Do climbed the stairs to the second floor carrying a teapot. He headed towards the baby room where Seo I-Kyung was. As the door was slightly open, Butler Do gently pushed it open and entered.

“Young Master, I brought fresh tea as the previous one might have cooled.”

Butler Do’s eyes widened. He quickly approached Seo I-Kyung, who was sitting on the marble floor. Butler Do put down the tray he was carrying.

“Are you alright?”

Seo I-Kyung, who had been holding his forehead with an unfocused gaze until then, looked ahead with a pale face.

“Sound.”

“Pardon?”

“Lower your voice.”

At that moment, Butler Do realized that Han Seung-jae was in the house. And he was in the study, relatively close to this room. Understanding Seo I-Kyung’s concern, he grabbed Seo I-Kyung with both hands and helped him stand up.

Seo I-Kyung staggered as he took a step. He murmured weakly.

“I just felt dizzy for a moment. It’s nothing serious.”

I think I’ll feel better if I rest in the room. The last words crumbled and scattered on his pale lips. However, Butler Do seemed to understand and supported Seo I-Kyung, leading him to the bedroom.

Seo I-Kyung’s complexion was very poor. Clearly, when Butler Do had brought tea earlier, Seo I-Kyung had looked excited, like someone waiting for something with a peaceful face.

After laying Seo I-Kyung on the bed, Butler Do adjusted the blanket. Seo I-Kyung’s eyelids closed heavily.

“……”

Butler Do, watching this scene, wore a troubled expression.

“Shouldn’t I still inform Director Han?”

Seo I-Kyung had been sitting on the marble floor, unable to steady himself. If he had hurt himself somehow, a doctor should be called immediately. Moreover, Han Seung-jae was on the second floor now. It was only a matter of time before Han Seung-jae would find out about Seo I-Kyung’s condition.

“I’ll go inform him and call the doctor.”

Seo I-Kyung murmured with his eyes closed.

“I’ll be fine after sleeping for a bit.”

“But…”

“I want to rest a little.”

Butler Do, who had been at a loss for what to do, opened and closed the door as he left.

As the surroundings became quiet, Seo I-Kyung could hear Secretary Park’s voice echoing in his ears again. The more he heard it, the more it felt like a large stone was crushing his chest.

Seo I-Kyung felt his whole body grow heavy, as if he had fallen into a deep quagmire. Before he knew it, even breathing had become difficult for Seo I-Kyung.

How much time had passed? Long fingers touched Seo I-Kyung’s sweat-soaked forehead. As Seo I-Kyung struggled to lift his eyelids, Han Seung-jae’s figure, captured in his blurry vision, wavered like a mirage.