Hate at First Sight 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

"Family!!! Love!!!!??? Nonsense, absolute nonsense!!!" Ethan punches against the table, hurting his knuckles again— he shakes his palm incessantly, as he begins to trot all around his substantial office room. "Who? Who the hell is he?? Why would he appear out of nowhere and dare to lecture me, The Ethan Smith about love, emotions and more of similar jokes after all these years again?" Enraged, he sweeps away all the vocational papers put on the Caramel desk before him. He sways over that aforementioned desk, putting both his arms over it, closing his eyes to regain his serenity— Ryan Miller. As soon as Ethan closes his eyes, the picture of Ryan Miller zooms off at the back of his mind. "AHHHHH!!!" He pulls his hairs, before a thin stream of tear escapes from his right eye. Despondency taking over him, he crouches on the floor, "Why…why did it have to be someone like him?" He sighs, before his eyes fall at the thing beside him— Ryan's green handkerchief. Ethan lay his hold on the p

Lilian pins the Parchment to a hook, and weighs up on the risks for his elder brother, regarding the coffee blemish as base. Ryan's treasured brother, Lilian, paces around the room, the parchment fabric of the suit rubbing and hitting the younger's ears, making him dwell on— nearly Lilian appears like he is the protagonist of some mystery-thriller, racking his brains about a long unsolved cold case. "Ryan! What do you even keep on fooling around with? Geez!!" Lillian frets, then turning towards their bureau, above an inch where the said boy, after this fact, finds two paradoxical menders; their undefiled detergent and Ryan's long forsaken toothbrush with its finest bristles, while upon the mentions, Lillian's lips etches into an ear-to-ear beam."Thank you, lifesavers!!" He winks at particularly nothing noticeable. ***A weird throbbing transpires in the middle of Ryan's chest. His whey-faced countenance emulates the sinking of teeth into the mushy pair of lips which he possesses, R

"Did I say something…wrong?"Ryan nervously shuffles the weight from his feet to feet. Right now he feels like crawling into a hole and disappearing completely without a trace— when will he learn to check his phrases before babbling them?Ethan holds his cigarette over the ashtray, gently tapping the ashes into it, "Mr. Miller, it is indeed not going to be easy working with you," he lets a toned down chuckle follow, "But don't worry, I am not the kind to be offended over anything and everything.""Is that so?" Ryan's fluttering eyes shift away, with the indistinct chatter attending his lips, "Did not seem like, although.""Did you say something?" Ethan asks, walking over to his desk. "No, no," Ryan immediately shakes his head a 'no', denying breathing a word, "I was just talking to myself about some very insignificant things. Don't worry about it.""Okay. So, shall we get back to work now?" As the ravenette finishes smoking, he checks if the cigarette ember is completely out and dispo

"Who said you can leave?" Ethan slams over his desk. Ryan knows he can take some time to process, but before that, he needs to panic first. "Can't you hear me, you fool?"Ryan grumbles, there is no good business in trying to get his boss mad and suffer the consequences following, that too resulting from Ryan's purest of intentions, "I-""Shut up," Ethan is clearly pissed off, "Stop giving nonsense explanations now and come over here! I have a task for you. Right now," he hisses, "And please do keep in mind that you can come here sometimes by your own choice and as per efficiency, but can never leave by your own choice. Is that clear?"Ryan strays from the direction he was heading towards, turning around, submitting himself to the overseer, waltzing his way back to where he had been when he first entered inside through those monstrous glass panels, "Okay, okay. I am Sorry," he yields. "I have to go examine a location. It is just within a walking distance," Ethan trails off, "And you

"...but you also have the audacity to lie to your temporary boss?"Ryan is left to contemplate Ethan's earlier words, he finds himself speechless, unable to conjure up even a word of defence. Ethan, seizing upon the opportunity, presses him further, "Yes?" Asking for an explanation. "I am not entirely sure I am comprehending your accusations too well," bewildered, Ryan appears, responding with an air of uncertainty, "Of course I lie, just like any other human being does. But, I have yet to recall a moment when I have lied to you especially."Ethan, unsatisfied, pivots his laptop around to face Ryan, pressing him on the evidence, "Then what are these, Mr. Miller? These ideas…are you suggesting that you did not send them?"Squinting at the screen with fierce intensity, Ryan leans in— his heart sinks with the realisation that Ethan is right. His very own e-mail, with the subject line, 'Few Brainstormed Ideas' is staring back at him, a damning piece of evidence against what he is claimin