Bye, My Irresistible Love

Helen’s POV:

“Go open up, I believe the technicians are here.” George‘s gentle voice on the phone finally relieved me a bit. When I opened the door, people from the technology department of Zhester Technology were really there. 

After handing the phone to them, George told them what parts to check, and also asked them to switch the lock from smart mode to normal mode. 

I didn‘t know anything about what he was saying but hearing how seriously he was directing them put me at ease. When the technicians were done with their work, they left. I bade George goodnight and was about to hang up. However, George said, “Helen… if you still feel worried, you can just stay at a hotel. I‘m not going to be back for two more weeks, so you can just stay in my suite. Actually you won‘t be spending so much time commuting if you stay there. You‘ll have more time to rest.” 

I could hear the concern in his voice, but I still refused his proposal. 

“Thank you, but that won‘t be necessary. The lock is fixed now, so I‘ll be okay. I’m really grateful for your help tonight,” I said.

 Then I hung up before he could reply. It was late, so I thought I would be tired and fall asleep quickly, but I couldn‘t fall asleep at all, and kept tossing and turning in bed for a long time. It was as though there was an antenna in my brain, desperately scrambling for information around me. The information filled my brain until it was about to burst. 

I‘d been suffering from insomnia like this for weeks and it kept getting worse. At first, I found myself waking up in two–hour intervals, but it had gotten to the point where I barely even slept at all. I worked at the law firm during the day, so I didn‘t have time to think about any other things while working, but when I came home, it all came crashing down, and I would feel exhausted and scared. 

That was when I finally realized the severity of the matter. It seemed something was really wrong with me. My thoughts wandered to my mother‘s mental illness and I wondered if I had inherited it. It was common knowledge that mental illness could be hereditary. With this in the back of my mind, I couldn‘t delay any longer.

 I went to the hospital immediately. I used to come here with my mother for her treatment, so I knew how these visits went. I didn‘t hold anything back from the doctor, so he could diagnose me easily. 

“How long have you been experiencing these symptoms?” the doctor inquired. 

“I‘ve been feeling like this for about two months.” 

problems

time I‘m on my own, there‘s an overwhelming fear that someone is watching me. However,

his line of questioning, “Did you experience anything significant two months

knew it couldn‘t make me feel like this even though it was sad. After all, I was the one who broke things off with him,

other noticeable thing from two months ago was that I had some electric appliances removed from my home and replaced with

the only option I was left with was that I had mental problems. If that was the case, I was scared I wouldn‘t be able to take care of myself as it got worse. How then would I take care of

up, and even you said something horrible happened to your life that caused her mental breakdown, so it‘s highly unlikely that it has something to do with genes. We can easily rule out genetics.” The doctor analyzed the situation carefully and recommended a consultation with a therapist. This relieved me a lot. I could deal with this as long as it wasn‘t hereditary. Then I was starting to think it

keep myself calm and not push myself, regardless of whether it was a mental illness or not. As for his advice of talking to a therapist, I didn‘t think it was necessary yet. These days, everybody was under a lot of pressure, so I wasn‘t in that much of a hurry to see a therapist. I just wanted to relax as the doctor suggested and monitor my symptoms for a while. I hoped everything would be fine if I just poured all my energy into work and stopped

thing I wanted was for her to worry about me.

online and Korbin Wilson, who was in charge of the acquisition, didn‘t show up at all. Every time I went to Spacetime Finance, the assistant would be very flippant with me. She repeated the same things every time without giving me any useful information.

attention before. I forgot that I needed to be cordial with her at least. It was always kind

on the assistant this time and asked her out for dinner. The assistant rejected me several times, but I

only wanted to show her my position instead of prying into the company‘s affairs, so I said, “No

and talked about what we enjoyed doing apart from work. I kept my word and never crossed any boundaries. Spacetime Finance was going to acquire Fantail Entertainment, so I directed the conversation toward the entertainment industry on one of our dinner dates. That was when she told me

the one who makes the big decisions like this. It‘s Mr. Collins, the CEO. Wanna know why he wants to make the purchase? It‘s because his daughter, Velma Collins, wants to

high–budget movies and series in the works. If I could understand what my client really wanted, it would

lips loosened up, and she said, “I like a lot of the stars in Fantail Entertainment,

those names and faces

watching him play the villain