Healer - Epilogue

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Sometimes, he thought about retiring. Being Kim Moon Ho, 46, CEO of a news company had sucked out all the fun of being a reporter. Sure, whenever Someday News got its hands on a politics scandal, the high of unraveling the truth was still the same, but Young Shin was the one at the front line now. Several news companies had tried to recruit her after the live bacteria case ten years ago. However, she had remained loyal to him as long as he made sure they'd never have to censor themselves and keep fighting for the right causes. So he had kept training her, teaching her everything he knew, as their news site kept growing to the point they even started a daily news short broadcast a year ago. Still, he could no longer project himself, he could no longer dream because he had achieved everything he wanted. At least career-wise because there had been a price to pay, a price he was reminded of every night as he walked into his empty penthouse.

"Took you long enough," a female voice greeted him as he was taking off his shoes in the entrance and he spotted a pair of black biker boots.

Moon Ho briefly closed his eyes. She was back, although he had told her not to, unless for business reasons. That was probably why she was here, he convinced himself as he turned around the hallway corner leading to the open space made of the living room and the kitchen where she was cooking.

"What are you doing here?" he asked with a stern voice that had never fazed her.

"I'm making seaweed soup."


"Because it's your birthday, Mr. Reporter."

He sighed. "It's not my birthday."

She flashed him a grin. "It will be in 47 minutes," she sang. She tasted the soup and turned off the stove. "It's done and I think you will like it." She removed her apron and dropped it to the floor as she walked up to him. "What should we do now?"

"The dishes. You know I hate it when you leave such a mess in the kitchen."

"Do you want to punish me?"

His body was already responding to her teasing. As always. He wouldn't give in this time, though.

"How did you get into my apartment anyway? I changed the code last week." He turned around to walk away, but that was the wrong move as she hugged him from behind.

"You know things like this don't stop me."

He let out an impatient sigh and freed himself only for her to twist his arm and spin him around without even hurting him. She cupped his face and looked straight in his eyes.

"Don't act like you're not happy to see me," she said with less confidence a few seconds later.

"You shouldn't be here."

She frowned and stepped back. This was the opportunity to walk away, to stop this nonsense. And yet, he stayed as she undressed in front him. Her tank top, her bra, her skinny jeans. And there was the challenge in her eyes.

"Do you really want me to leave?" she asked.

"No," he murmured, taking the first step. She made him stumble as she jumped into his arms. "Easy. I'm an old man, remember?"

"Shut up. You ain't to me," she said, leading him into a fierce kiss. Somehow, he managed to carry her to the sofa where he sat down with her straddling him.

"Wait, wait," he said out of breath as he tried to grab her hands. Too late. His shirt was ripped open. "This was my favorite shirt."

"I'll buy you another one, Mr. Reporter," she replied, trailing kisses up his neck.

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