We finally arrived at his home. It was a massive estate—a mansion, really. There were bodyguards everywhere...
Another vehicle was parked in front of the house.
The car's license plate didn't bear the company's insignia.
I was about to pull my gun from my pocket when...
"Put that gun back," Ender muttered. "That car belongs to my ex."
Let's go pop her tires then.
As we walked toward the entrance, he turned and pointed a finger at me.
"There's a cabin on the right... you stay there. If I call for you, you'd better be here in a heartbeat."
I watched him walk toward the house as I headed for the cabin.
Damn it... I should be ending this nonsense right now and finding out what the hell is going on inside.
When I entered the cabin, a few guys were drinking tea. They seemed to be working in shifts.
The place was huge, like a small apartment building tucked away within the estate just for the guards.
Blending in with the guys there was child's play.
They kept saying no one wanted to deal with Mr. Ender because his girlfriend was here... complaining that her constant nagging was ruining his nerves.
...
After gritting my teeth for a few hours, I couldn't take it anymore and found myself pacing in front of the mansion.
Seriously, man... just stay put. The guy threw you in a separate place just so he wouldn't have to talk to you...
Suddenly, the front door burst open, and a woman stormed out, screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Damn you, Ender! How can you say that to me?! You can't blame me! I'll see you in court, you piece of sh*t!"
She ran out of the house barefoot.
The door was left wide open.
Should I go in?
...
When I stepped inside, the place looked like a palace, but... it was a total wreck. Shattered glasses everywhere... a high-heeled shoe embedded in the television?
Something heavy had gone down here.
As I looked around, a noise from upstairs caught my attention. I looked toward the stairs.
I slipped inside and quietly closed the door behind me.
As I climbed the stairs... hearing moaning sounds shocked me instantly.
F*ck... f*ck... what is happening?
When I reached the upper floor...
I glanced into a room on the left and noticed baby toys and a crib.
What the hell is going on... did this man have a baby or something?
I bypassed that room and headed toward the door directly across from me.
It was presumably his bedroom, and the door was open.
The sounds were coming from something that surprised even me.
Was he crying?
No... impossible.
But yes, he really was crying.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
So, the man I wanted to claim for myself from the very beginning had someone else in his heart.
Did he really love her that much... that woman?
...
I slipped away silently and went back downstairs. As I took one last look at the living room, a few photos on the table caught my eye.
There were pictures of that woman with another man.
They were incredibly inappropriate photos.
As I pushed them aside...
I saw a pregnancy test hidden among them. I quickly put everything back and rushed out of the house.
...
Ender Bey... (Mr. Ender...)
Had Ender Bey been cheated on by his lover?
Even though he loved her so much... And now, the woman he loved was pregnant by someone else...
The baby toys in that room... he had prepared everything. Ah, f*ck it all...
Even I felt bad about this, damn it.
I checked my watch. (20:51)
There was nothing I could do... I would just have to face him again tomorrow.
He's a man, after all. If I stay by his side during his weak moments... I could get into his good graces.
I know it counts as selfishness... but I didn't care.
...
My steps toward the cabin halted when I saw Ender Bey rushing out of the house.
I immediately went after him.
Running up to his car, I shoved the open door back with my hand.
"W-what the hell are you doing?" he barked.
Whoa... his eyes were bloodshot... this giant man...
"It's too dangerous for you to drive like this... let me drive."
He kept tugging at the door handle.
"It is not healthy for you to go like this!"
He shoved my shoulder.
"What is it to you? F*ck off!"
I regained my balance, grabbed his arms, and tried to make him calm down.
"Take a deep breath, Sir."
He snapped his head up.
"What am I, a child? Stop touching me!!"
His resistance was only making me angrier.
I pushed him back by the shoulder and snatched the keys from his pocket. I got into the driver's seat.
"Get in, Sir!"
He got into the car, seething with rage.
"Drive to [Xx] Bar."
Predictable... I knew exactly why he wanted to go there.
As we sped toward the place... he leaned his head against the window, rubbing his forehead with his hand.
Crying was giving him a headache... it wasn't hard to figure that out.
...
We arrived in silence.
He entered the bar with quick steps.
He was holding his head. I had no choice but to watch him from a distance... If I went any further, I would only provoke him.
...
One glass... four glasses... He was knocking them back constantly.
Good thing I came with him, I thought.
He would have tried to drive in this state.
By the time he drank nearly his eighth glass... I saw that he could no longer hold his head up but was drinking stubbornly.
He was crying.. I clenched my fist and looked away.. seeing him like this didn't feel good to me at all because...
...
He stood up slowly.
I approached to support him by the arm.
"D-don't come near me... d-don't... just stay away."
Fine, fine. I will stay away.
...
We got into the car... his head was slowly drooping forward... I held his face with my hand.
It was burning hot... his tears were falling onto my hand.
Who knows how much he is hurting inside right now.
...
As soon as he opened his eyes...
...
"Your eyes are very beautiful."
He said... what did he say to me? ...huh..
Wait, what...
I was stunned... I couldn't stop myself from smiling...
I pulled my hand away and helped him lie back.
...
After driving for a while...
"I-I feel sick."
He said, turning his head toward me.
I pulled the car into a parking spot... opened his door... He rushed out of the car to vomit somewhere.
...
No matter how tough of a person he is... his body was very sensitive, from what I could tell.
...
He got back into the car, sitting in the front seat.
Normally, he always sat in the back.
...
Then I got in myself. Since he couldn't fasten his seatbelt properly... I leaned over to do it myself.
I got close to his chest and clicked the belt.
My face was so close to his...
...
He slowly opened his closed eyes...
"Y-your gaze... it disgusts me."
I swallowed hard and began to pull my head back...
...
I flinched as his lips smashed against mine.