CHAPTER 10
It was a refreshing morning, quite different from yesterday.
After clearing up the misunderstanding with the man next door, I felt at ease, and my cold symptoms had also improved considerably, leaving me feeling lighthearted.
âTake good care of the house.â
After speaking to Cheshire, who was lying in the yard, Seyeon left the house to retrieve the car she had left at the hospital.
Just then, she ran into the man from next door as he was opening his front gate and coming out.
For some reason, he was leaving for work a little later than usual.
âGood morning.â
There was a brief awkward silence, but Seyeon greeted him casually as if nothing had happened.
âAre you going to get your car?â
âYes.â
âYouâre going to the hospital anyway, arenât you? Come with me in my car.â
âIâm fineâŚ.â
âAll right, then.â
The man turned around abruptly without even letting Seyeon finish speaking.
Watching his back as he gradually walked away, Seyeon thought carefully to herself.
Late autumn was cold and made it easy to catch a cold or the flu, and without Seoul Clinic, it would take at least an hour by car to reach the nearest clinic in the town.
Even that hospital was much more poorly equipped in terms of facilities and equipment than Seoul Clinic.
After reaching her conclusion, Seyeon hurried over and matched his pace as she walked beside him.
âI was going to say that Iâd be fine, but Iâd appreciate a ride if youâre offering one. You really donât listen until people finish talking.â
âYou said the car was a rental.â
âYes, I rented it from a car rental company in town for two months.â
âTwo months?â
He looked at Seyeon with a questioning gaze.
Two months instead of one sounded more definite, as though she had already decided exactly when she would leave.
It sounded almost like a firm resolution that she would not be here next year.
But to Seyeon, his words sounded as if he were asking whether she intended to stay that long.
âIâm not staying any longer than that. Iâll really go back to Seoul in two months. If things go well, I might even go back sooner.â
âWhat do you do at the resort?â
âIâm a temporary employee on the guest-room team. They hired several people on seasonal contracts for the winter.â
The most junior employees at the resort, the housekeepers, cleaned guest rooms, changed bedding, and restocked minibars.
In other words, they worked in a department that allowed them to inspect every guest room thoroughly.
âIf itâs only a two-month temporary contract, you could have found a job in Seoul.â
He was right.
If she was only going to work for two months, she could have found another part-time job in Seoul.
Coming all the way to this remote place, working for only two months, and then returning was something anyone would find difficult to understand.
It wasnât as though she was being paid an enormous amount of money, either.
âActually, I wanted to come visit this area. My grandmotherâs hometown is somewhere around here. She was very young at the time and doesnât remember exactly where it was, but she said there was an ocean nearby and that it was a beautiful place to watch the sunset, so I think this must be it.â
Of course, her main purpose was to find an important factor that could help her succeed in the bidding, but that was another matter.
âYou must be quite close to your grandmother if youâre even willing to search for her hometown.â
âMy grandmother says that was the happiest time of her life. She says the days when she was poor and hungry were the happiest, so I was curious⌠and I also wanted to see the same things she saw. The sea and the sun are the same now as they were back then, after all.â
âYou came all the way here for such a romantic reason?â
It might have been romantic, but it certainly wasnât very convincing.
She could tell from the manâs expression that he felt the same way.
But she wasnât lying.
âOf course, that isnât the whole reason, but thatâs more or less the story.â
âEveryone was wondering why Miss Myeong Se-yeon came here, so you could have just told them.â
âIt would sound strange if I said I came because this seemed like the neighborhood where my grandmother lived when she was young.â
The two continued talking as they walked toward the empty lot where Yujin had parked his car.
Seyeon found it strange that he was no longer being sarcastic toward her, but she was secretly pleased by the positive change.
It was a step toward becoming friendly neighbors.
âThen can I ask you something, too?â
âAsk.â
There was only one thing Seyeon wanted to know about Yujin.
She wanted to confirm the connection between the man next door and Kim Daehyun.
âI saw your medical license at the hospital, and something about your background caught my attention.â
Seyeon carefully broached the subject, hoping that he either didnât know Kim Daehyun or wasnât particularly close to him.
âYou graduated from a university in Seoul and completed your residency at a tertiary general hospital, so why did you open a practice in Cheonghae-ri?â
âYes, although I imagine people around here have already asked you that a lot.â
âThere was a lot of vacant land in Cheonghae-ri, and there werenât any large hospitals, so I opened a practice here. There are plenty of hospitals in Seoul.â
Seyeon had heard that opening a private practice in Seoul wasnât easy.
There was hardly a neighborhood in Seoul without a hospital.
Doctors also didnât have a mandatory retirement age, so once they established themselves somewhere, they rarely closed their practices, meaning vacancies were hard to come by.
Besides, the cost of opening a practice would likely be much higher there than here.
But considering the current Seoul Clinic, it seemed as though opening that practice had cost far more than opening one in Seoul.
âThatâs true, there are hospitals everywhere in Seoul. Then you must know a lot of doctors who did their residency at Hansung Hospital, right? There must be some youâre close to, too.â
Seyeon, carefully approaching the center of the information she wanted to know, focused on Yujin, who had a point of connection with Kim Daehyun.
âWhy are you curious about that?â
âItâs Hansung Hospital. Isnât it natural that Iâd be curious?â
âI donât think you would be.â
With that, Yujin ended the conversation about the subject.
Maybe it was just her imagination, but his tone seemed to have become cold again, just like before.
Seyeon hurriedly searched for another topic to maintain a friendly relationship with the man next door.
Then she suddenly remembered the day she had gone to his house with Cheshire.
âThen what about the tattoo on your arm? Nil Desperandum. When did you get that?â
Seyeon pointed at his right forearm with her index finger.
She hadnât known about it at the hospital because he wore a gown, but she had happened to see it the day she went to his house because of Cheshire.
Yujin, who had been walking while looking straight ahead the entire time, suddenly stopped and half-turned his body to look down at her.
âIâd never seen someone with a tattoo on their arm other than celebrities, so I was just curious. If you donât want to talk about it, I wonât ask anymore.â
Maybe they should just go back to having a bad relationship.
âWhen I was in the military.â
Just as Seyeon was about to change her mind under his silent downward gaze, Yujin casually gave his answer and started walking again.
He seemed to be walking slowly, but his strides were so long that Seyeon had to move her feet quickly to keep up with him.
âIs that even possible in the military in our country?â
âI never said it was our countryâs military.â
âDid it hurt a lot when you got it?â
âLettering just stings a little.â
Seyeon deliberately didnât ask about the story behind his tattoo.
He probably hadnât gotten the words Never Give Up tattooed during a particularly happy time in his life.
The people of Cheonghae-ri thought Seyeon was suspicious, but the truly suspicious person was the man next door.
But didnât everyone have at least one story they didnât want to tell others, something they kept buried in their hearts?
For example, the reason her uncle had risen to become a company president at a young age while her father had remained in the position of Head of the Research and Development Division disguised as an executive director even after turning fifty.
Seyeon had been curious whether he knew Kim Daehyun and, if he did, whether they were close, but now she decided to let go of that curiosity.
She would be leaving this place in two months anyway, so what difference did it make?
She decided that she would simply treat him like a neighbor, giving him something nice now and then, such as resort discount coupons, and maintain an appropriately friendly relationship.
A few days later, her cold had completely disappeared as if it had been washed away.
Feeling better, she deliberately went far away to buy a small cat tower.
On the weekend, she was struggling to assemble it by herself when the man next door came over to complain about the noise.
Then he pushed her aside, quickly assembled the cat tower himself, and finished it in no time.
After she placed the cat tower in the yard, Cheshire stopped rolling around on the cement floor.
Apparently pleased with his new playground, he showed no intention of coming down except when it was time to eat.
And finally, Monday morning arrived.
Seyeon left the house earlier than usual and noticed a white paper bag hanging from the front gate handle.
She tilted her head in confusion and opened the bag, finding a small note and several high-dose liquid vitamin ampoules inside.
They were German nutritional supplements said to help maintain immune balance and recover from fatigue.
âThere were too many of them lying around at the hospital.â
After thinking for a moment, Seyeon took the paper bag in her hand and headed toward the stairs.
It was the day she would take her first step as an employee of Sunrise Resort.

