I Hate You as Much as I Love You

, offering his hand with a smile. His voice is warm, and as gentle as his smile

sen, It-it's a pleasure to meet you too." The warmth

y. His intense gaze on my face turns my ski

my hand. I forgot she was watching us. She gave me a meaningful smi

swer the phone. You just talk to my boss," Amy s

ked into Hans' eyes. "I-I'm so sorry I'm late. I promise you! This won

s a white bunny when you plead. How can I bear to fire you when you h

hat to me. Why do I have to have

ar. And there he was, staring at me with an indescribable fe

after that long stare. I nodded softly into his

n't believe my eyes when I saw the paintings in his gallery.

watched my expression. "Amy told me

m his eyes in silence, I found myself captivated by a mesmerizing painting ahead of us. I

from the cruel chains of fate that bou

the bad things that have happened to me. I feel like … I'm living

awareness. "I-I'm sorry," I stuttered,

of him and tell him the suffering

forget my tears. His composed demeanor brought a sense of peace to my heart. When he put his hand on my shoulder

work here with you." I told

longing. "I should be the one thankin

him. 'Why does he look so happy, like he

the sound of hurried footsteps interrupted our eye conta

ady told him you wouldn't sell the painting, but he wouldn't

hurried to his workroom. It was clear in his expres

ng. Why wouldn't he sell it?" I

for this painting he created, but he didn't sell it," she s

t this painting?!" I

h a smile, noddin

ch a beautiful painting," I marve

ally keeps this painting in his workroom. Why is it here now?

*

t to tell Hans what had happened to my aunt. Since I had just started working for him

m she regarded as family, moved me deeply,

hospital's main entrance. If she didn't have to go to her b

," Amy said, and I replied with a nod. She hopped onto the motorbike. We

se of the cold air that made me quiver, but rather the fear of th

nd Amy. Working with them in the gallery fel

us. He treated us to lunch and ate with us even though he was busy w

t from the man I fear the most, like h

ot onto the bus. My time in heaven i

*