After talking about useless things with Daehyun on the phone, Dr. Jeong opened the door so I immediately hung up.

Dr. Jeong looked exhausted. As soon as he walked into the room, he smiled at me but the smile was obviously forced by him. He sat in his chair for a while before asking, "Sir, what about your decision?"

I didn't give an answer immediately, but walked towards him and then sat in front of him before answering, "Um, I'm thinking of doing surgery. But, not anytime soon."

Hearing that answer, the young doctor's expression seemed that he had received a miracle. Brightness covered the tiredness on his face and asked to make sure, "I didn't hear you wrong, sir, did I? It's the answer that I've been waiting for for so long. Then, when do you want to start it? Don't tell me if I have to wait another three months."

I didn't give any responses and just smiled while lowering my gaze. I thought that he exactly knew how I was.

However, because of my behavior that didn't live up to his expectations, the cheerful face he just showed, gradually became gloomy with disappointment.

He sighed heavily, then muttered, "As I thought ...," paused for a moment, he continued, "But, at least you have decided on one choice. It's better than nothing. Now, please lay down on the patient's bed, sir. I'll take a sample of your blood first."

I laid there directly according to his direction.

Jeong Hoon was a professional doctor. Even though he looked younger than me, his skills got more awards than me, who didn't even have any special skills other than kept lying to anyone about my own feelings.

While doing the internal checkup, my own thoughts weren't with my body. I thought that it wouldn't be bad to survive once again, proving the truth by my own eyes whether Donghwa had repented or his concern was just a trick, so deciding this decision wasn't a bad thing.

Apart from that, I was also thinking about telling Donghwa about my true condition right now. I hoped when I told him about it honestly, he would truly feel guilty and wouldn't repeat the same mistakes all over again.

It was the last chance for him.

After checking on the growth of tumor cells in my brain, I didn't want to linger in this place. However, before leaving the hospital, I suddenly felt a headache and got even more painful with the hard throbbing.

"Mr. Park! Watch out! Be careful!" Dr. Jeong helped me walking to the patient's bed in his room, then immediately laid my body down. I could feel that he was rubbing my face with something soft even though I couldn't see his face obviously before I passed out, and then woke up in the afternoon.

"Ah, Mr. Park, you're aware. Here, have a drink." Dr. Jeong handed me a glass of water and I grabbed it carefully. "Thank you. Sorry for bothering you, doc."

The headache earlier made me have to trouble Dr. Jeong once again by treating me in his room for a while.

I moved my legs slowly, then began to stand up, packing my things which were lying on Dr. Jeong's desk. "I have to go shortly. And, thanks for helping me, doc. I've been troubling you today. I owe you."

Before I opened the door, he grabbed my arm and spoke, "Mr. Park, you do owe me and I want to collect your debt today. I'll give you three days to think about the time of doing surgery."

I was stunned by his words that sounded ridiculous, "Isn't that so sudden, doc?"

"Do the surgery as soon as possible, then do chemotherapy for further recovery. I don't want to spoil you anymore. Come tomorrow afternoon, around 1 o'clock to discuss this," he explained.

I clenched my fists, then let go of my arm forcefully, and I said with a smile, "Chemotherapy? Hmm, I'll do it when I'm ready, doc. I'll do it even if you don't force me, but not now. And for the surgery, I'm not really sure when I want to do it. I just decided it."

I immediately stepped in hastily without hearing Dr. Jeong's response regarding the stubborn words I said arrogantly before. However, I did this on purpose to avoid the advice that would make me realized how stubborn I had been.

At 8:00 p.m., I was still waiting for Donghwa in the living room, who said that he wanted to go with me to the fireworks festival tonight. Although, I exactly knew that it was quite late to go. Moreover, the distance between Seoul and Pohang wasn't nearly, yet I wanted to see him arrive in a hurry because of a promise that he wanted to keep.

A few minutes later, the sound of the door startled me, who was almost asleep. I then stood up to open the door immediately.

At the door, Donghwa's look wasn't as neat as before. His clothes were messy and his hair was a little messy. He looked messed up with his golden look. He then smiled at me, and with a sizable rose bouquet in his hand, it made me even more impatient to receive it.

He inhaled the scent of the Rose he was holding while saying, "Juliet Rose. The color of the peach makes them so stunning. I heard that this Rose is the most expensive in the world. Do you like it?"

I nodded excitedly. "Yes! I do like it!"

"Really? That's good. There is also a small note here, which is written for ... Park Chunghee. And, It's from Kim ... Kim Daehyun. I accidentally saw a courier looking for our apartment number. So, because I saw this Rose that was sent for you, I was kind enough to bring it directly to you." He had a smile on his face but didn't reach his eyes. "But, who is that Kim Daehyun? Why can he send these expensive flowers to you? Is he your beloved Mr. President? Isn't he the son of Mr. Kim Myungdae? Is he your type? I've met him previously and shit, he's adorable indeed."

Those words took me by startled. My eyes widened as if they wanted to jump out of their petals. I spoke in a trembling voice, "No ... Donghwa, it ... it's not what you think ...."

His smile suddenly turned even more terrifying. He then threw the flower bouquet right on my face hard, so that it made a thin scratch of Rose's sharp thorns.

I bowed, still in shock while staring at the Roses which fell beneath my feet. The petals were scattered everywhere due to the violent impact, scattering just like how I felt right now.

Donghwa lifted my face, pressed it firmly as if cracking my cheekbones. Seeing those cold eyes that seemed to rip apart my thoughts, immediately made my whole body tremble with fear, "I know him! We ain't familiar, but his father, Mr. Kim Myungdae is the owner of the company I work for at this time. I've never thought that you're playing with his son behind me."

I didn't know what to do this time. With anger that seemed to be at the ends of his hair, all the explanations would just be useless.