After a wealthy heir took an interest in her at a wedding, he began pursuing her, forcibly opening up the world she had shut away and showing her that there was someone in this world who would instinctively take her side and protect her with tender care.
She knew he was a real playboy, and that he truly had eyes only for her. She didn't want to admit that the man she'd despised at first was the one she couldn't forget in the end.
After everything they'd been through, they met again at another wedding. She had become a famous screenwriter, and he was now a company president.
He said, "You rejected me before and made me lose face. If I want to get back at you, you should take it."
She slapped him and answered without mercy, "You think I'd let you off the hook?"
All the better, he thought. For a lifetime, neither of them would let the other go. Hatred was much simpler than love, and far more memorable.
Even if it hurt terribly, as long as he could keep her by his side, he didn't care if he ended up covered in wounds.
