"YOU KILLED HIM!!!!!" Sanghyun wailed, holding the shattered pieces of watermelon on his hands. He turned to his older sister with a tear-stained look. "YOU ING MURDERER! WHAT DID HE EVER DO TO YOU?!" 

Meanwhile, Durami was screaming and running hysterically at the sight of the unconscious handsome man. She didn't want to be involved in a murder at such a young age. She also definitely didn't want to be involved in a murder so crude and public. "Someone call 119!!!!" she cried. 

Dara on the other hand had a face full of seriousness as she checked his vital signs to see if he was still stable. She didn't know what kind of power overcame her to be able to break a whole watermelon on his head. The impact may have made him unconscious but the hard fall that he took may have given him a concussion. Her heart began to beat erratically out of fear. 

Carefully, she moved him into a better position where he would attain better breathing and blood circulation. Her phone slipped out of her trembling hand as she tried to dial an ambulance. Unbeknownst to her, a tear fell from her cheek seeing Jiyong lie helplessly on the ground. Fortunately, there was no bleeding but the watermelon sure made it look like he was dying. 

"An ambulance is coming!" she vaguely heard. 

People started surrounding the scene, whispering and murmuring to themselves about the sight in front of them. Dara's hold on his hand tightened as she continued to stare at him with glistening eyes. 

"Mr. Kwon!" 

Everyone's heads snapped out to the foreigner who looked completely shocked and disarrayed at the sight of her boss. Before she could push away the crowd, the people parted to give her space as they weren't comfortable with foreigners. She kneeled down gracefully beside him and Dara, who narrowed her eyes at her, territorially pulled the man closer to her by the back of his suit. 

"What happened?" Adrienne asked in her French-accented English. 

Dara didn't even spare her another glance. Her eyes immediately rooted back to Jiyong. "He got hit in the head and he fell down." she murmured in English. 

The blonde woman peered at her skeptically and the latter, feeling her piercing gaze, looked back at her with the same intensity. 

"You did this to him." It sounded more of a statement than a question and it made Dara lock her jaw tighter. The girl didn't respond and just looked back at him with worry. The furrow in Adrienne's brows had yet to decrease and it made Dara all the more guilty. 

The sound of commotion suddenly got their attention and the next thing they knew, a team of paramedics had arrived with a gurney. Dara quickly moved away, knowing the paramedics protocols, but Adrienne didn't. Though she moved too, the distance between Jiyong and her weren't as wide as Dara was to him. Dara clenched her fists in realization and moved closer to the scene. She then started informing the paramedics about the situation and because of her medical background, she was able to help the guys concise a faster observation. 

When it came to who was allowed to come with him in the ambulance, Dara and her family as well as Adrienne shot their hands up in an instant. The two older woman glared at each other while Dara absently gave her siblings some money for a taxi. Though reluctant, the two younger ones headed home with the groceries while the two women were stuck in silence in the fast-moving ambulance. 

Dara, ever the straightforward one, was the first to break the ice. "Who are you to him?" 

The latter raised a perfectly-shaped brow. "His secretary." she answered flatly. 

She thinned her lips in content as the French woman took out her phone and started typing. Dara's cheek twitched irritably at her pathetic attempts to tune her out. 

"Well?" 

Adrienne looked confused. "Well what?" 

Dara rolled her eyes before glaring at her for the nth time. "Aren't you going to ask me who I am?" 

Now it was her turn to roll her eyes. "No thanks." 

The audacity of this . Dara never felt more disrespected in her whole life. She deliberately tightened her hold on Jiyong's hand, mentally telling her that she was his. Adrienne suppressed an amused chuckle. 

"I'm his girlfriend." she answered anyway. Her voice was colder than the look she was shooting her way. 

The only thing that she got was a snort. A snort! Had this woman no decency? Dara was beyond appalled as she was when she was spying investigating on them! In the end, the two were caught up in another round of silence and the paramedics who were in the van shifted uncomfortably because of the heavy air that the two made. The three guys shared an awkward glance before heaving out a breath and just hoping that there wasn't any traffic.

More than two hours later at an executive suite in the hospital...

Dara didn't realize that the closest hospital was the one that she worked at. The thought of it slipped her mind. You know what else she failed to think of? That this hospital had 'executive suites'. Dara looked around, eyes widening at how big and fancy-looking the room was. Am I even permitted to be here? She couldn't help but ask. 

As soon as they entered the hospital,  the resident doctor advised that the man be taken to get some tests to check if he had gotten any brain damages or something of the sorts. Noticing the familiar interning resident doctor beside the patient, Dara couldn't help but spill the fact that she was the cause of it and the older doctor just shook his head and left without saying anything more. She wanted to cry back then but she knew that she had more things to worry about. 

And now she was in his room reading his results along with the hateful secretary that waited impatiently for her to say something. In the end, she was forced to take on his case, saying that she should take responsibility for her actions. Dara agreed immediately even though it cost her today's supposed day off. 

"He didn't get any major brain or general damage." Dara announced, inwardly sighing in relief. "The fall however did make him lose consciousness." she furthered on, "His body is relatively weak judging from the results and because of that, it's taking him a longer time to recover and wake up. Do you happen to know if he has history of concussions, sickness, disabilities, or any of the sort?" 

"Sorry, I don't know." Adrienne shook her head, folding her arms and looking at him. "He has been overworking himself recently..."

Dara figured that the stress of his family and her must be weighing in on him too. With a melancholic air around her, she put the test results on the nightstand and sat at his bedside, brushing the stray pieces of wavy hair away from his face. Adrienne watched silently as she took out her phone. 

"Should I call his sister?" she asked. 

Her eyes haven't left his peaceful face, "What about his parents?" 

"I've been ordered to not personally give them bad news." she replied. "He said that he didn't like making them worry about a problem he could fix himself. If you said that nothing dire happened to him, then I'll respect his desicion." she sighed. "Besides, he likes telling them about what happened to him by himself." 

Dara finally tore off her gaze and looked straight at her. "You really know him, don't you?"

The French woman shrugged, "I have worked closely with him for almost 3 years. It will be more strange if I don't know anything about him after all this time." 

"I'm not giving him up." Dara suddenly declared. 

A corner of the woman's lips curled at her bold statement. "Pardon?" 

Before she could say anything more, the door swung open revealing a panic-stricken Bom and a Seunghyun that was less so. The man's sister instantly strode towards Jiyong before launching herself at his bed and embracing him. Seunghyun walked in calmly behind her and stood beside Dara while Adrienne looked at Seunghyun with widened eyes. 

"You got called today?" Dara asked him, finally speaking in Korean.

Her best friend sighed and put an arm on her shoulder and rested his head casually against hers. The sight made the blonde tick. "Yeah... Bommie got called in too but the surgical department is way too far. How about you, I thought you had a day off today?" 

Dara made a disgruntled noise and nodded towards Jiyong who was currently being smothered by his big-ed sister. "I caused that and I have to fix it." 

"What did you do?" he asked unbelievingly. "You got jealous didn't you—"

"No one's jealous." she gritted before saying with the faintest voice, "And I hit him with a watermelon and he fell down." 

"What?" he chuckled in disbelief.

Dara peeled herself off of him and gave him a murderous look. "I hit him on the head with a ing watermelon and he fell on the floor." she snarled. 

"Yah, why are you angry at me? I should be angry