Love You For Ten 12His gentle voice came through the phone.
“Don’t worry. It’s probably a problem with your water valve. You can shower at my place for now.”
“That’s… not really appropriate. I—”
He persuaded me.
With no better options, I wrapped myself in a towel, grabbed a change of clothes, and knocked on his door.
Jason looked flustered, pretending to focus on his work. Only when he heard the sound of water running in the bathroom did he relax.
After my shower, I realized I had forgotten to bring my change of clothes. Thoughtfully, he handed me one of his shirts to wear.
Without thinking, I asked him, “Why are you treating me so nicely?”
Leaning against the bathroom doorframe, he responded with a question of his own. “Why do you ask? Isn’t it normal for friends to help each other?”
I opened the door, and he invited me to stay for dinner. “I made too much food—join me.”
“Uh… okay,” I replied, blushing.
The night breeze was just right.
Inside, the flickering candlelight created a romantic atmosphere.
I swirled the wine in my glass and started talking about my university days and Rick.
Rick was my senior.
You could say he won me over with cheap tricks and had me in his grasp. We got married right after graduation.
“I was so naive—I was too easy to win over,” I said to Jason.
“So, what’s your plan now?” he asked.
“I want to take over a hotel on Bell Street.”
“Here’s 120 thousand dollars for you,” he said, placing a card in my hand. “Consider it my investment. I believe in your abilities.”
“I’m not completely sure I can turn a profit. What if I’m in a deficit?”
“Every investment has risks. If you lose it… well, I’ll just count myself unlucky,” he teased me, trying to make me feel at ease.
Someone as accomplished as him wouldn’t casually throw money at something with no return.
“Just kidding. Besides, with me around, you won’t end up in a deficit,” he added with a smile.
With that reassurance, I decided that if I made a profit, I would repay him double.
