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.” 

other problems apart from the insomnia?”

on my own, there‘s an overwhelming fear that someone is watching me. However, I know it‘s not real because I live

continued his line of questioning, “Did you experience anything significant two months ago?”

broke up two months ago, but I 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, and

gotten over what she did to me, so there was no way she could cause me this much discomfort. The only other noticeable thing from two months ago was that I had some electric appliances removed

right? So 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 my mother? That was

was fine until you grew 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

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

the last thing I wanted was for her to worry about me. When I got to work on Monday, I immediately poured myself

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. She only said she would let me know when bidding

assistant much attention before. I forgot that I needed to be cordial

insist on seeing Korbin. I focused on the assistant this time and asked her out for dinner. The assistant rejected me several times, but I was unperturbed, and my persistence paid off because she finally agreed to have dinner with

position instead of prying into the company‘s affairs, so I said,

of our time together as friends 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

Wilson isn‘t 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 enter the industry.”

were many pop stars in Fantail Entertainment, as well as several high–budget movies and series in the works. If I could

conversation swerved towards the entertainment industry, the assistant‘s lips loosened up, and she said, “I like a lot of the stars in Fantail Entertainment, especially Sanford Fuller. He is so handsome and talented. He‘s one of my idols.”

but I had gotten more into it because of the case. Regardless, those names and faces still confused me. However, I quickly remembered some of his works I‘d read about, and I started talking about some of

enjoyed watching him play the villain in