A girl named [name] has been living in Kopino School with other kids with Mr. Kim since she was a kid. Her mother died back then, but what if she meets a man that changes her life?
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Later that night, Kang Won Seok, the lawyer who knew our father, came back to fetch me as I waited. I said goodbye to my mother and brother, then quickly went to the car.
Arriving at the airport, I was amazed that we were sitting in the Business class, which made me feel uncomfortable.
I noticed the attorney talking on his phone silently, which piqued my curiosity, but I decided to look away and started typing on the airplane pad attached to my seat.
Inside the luxurious Business class cabin, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness about the journey ahead.
Glancing out of the window, I watched the bustling airport activities below. Kang Won Seok noticed my restlessness and said with a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, [name]. Your father's affairs are in good hands, and we'll take care of everything."
I didn't believe what Kang Won Seok was saying, so I just sat there and decided to watch a movie, attaching a headset.
As I engrossed myself in the movie, I suddenly felt a breath on my cheeks and looked around. I met hazel brown eyes looking directly at me, which made me quickly remove the headset.
Startled, I blinked and tried to compose myself. The person with the hazel brown eyes smiled at me and sat in one of the plane seats beside me.
"I almost messed this up; I thought this flight was scheduled for tomorrow, but it turns out we're fleeing today," he said, making me look at him with a mixture of confusion and annoyance, wondering why this jerk was sitting beside me.
He continued talking, but I couldn't quite understand what he was saying. "Right, they're really in a hurry. Look at you, your father reserved you a Business class flight."
"Who are you? Why are you following me?" I asked, my expression turning fearful and perplexed, causing the man to smile widely.
"Do you know who I am?" he inquired, to which I simply stared at him, making the man chuckle.
"I am your husband," he proclaimed, leading me to scoff and glare at him. "That's okay; if you know that much, it's enough," he replied nonchalantly and began opening a magazine.
"Hey, darling, you'll be arriving soon in Korea. Do you want to know why you're going there?" he asked, but I didn't know what to say, which made the man scoff.
"Of course, you don't know. It's your first time in Korea, right? Can I give you a piece of advice?" he continued and finally looked at me, leaning over slightly.
"It'll be really useful when you get to Korea; just communicate in English," he advised and started speaking in English himself.
"Koreans love people who speak English; they'll work for you, 100 percent. Of course, the American accent is the best. Just pretend you're a second or third-generation Korean-American-trust me, they'll worship you," he said maniacally, causing me to look away, feeling uncomfortable around him.
