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The next day at work, a mail messenger brought a large basket of flowers to your room. Your co-workers gasped and whispered about it, wondering who it was for. He stopped in front of you, “You are Miss ~~~~~~~, correct?”

Your eyes fluttered in surprise, “Yes…”

“These are for you. Please sign here.” He held out the clipboard.

Confused, you signed it.

Your co-workers curiously came over. “Do you have a boyfriend, Miss?”

You took the card and were about to open it but stopped. You glanced at your co-workers. They cleared their throats and went back to their seats. You opened the card and read it:

I’m sorry about last night.

Please forgive me.

Love, Chunji.

You softened. This was the first time he had done something like this before. He had given you plenty of bouquets, sure, but he had never had them delivered, nonetheless to your work.

A smile tingled on your lips as you affectionately touched the pretty flowers.

Your co-workers observed your warm expression and gossiped, “She does have a lover!”

By the end of the day, the rumor had spread far and wide.

You were about to leave work when you ran into your father. You were still mad about yesterday’s setup. Yet, you bowed in respect.

“I heard someone delivered you flowers today. Was it from Dongwook?” He asked.

“No, it was not. You should know as well as I do that he’s not the ty