Inara was busy behind Jeki. She was so focused on treating the scratch that had left a red stain running down his back.
“His neck is incredibly sturdy.”
“If only he weren't a gigolo. I would make him my husband.”
“All done. Put your clothes back on.”
“Why? Are you afraid you'll be tempted by my body?”
“Me, tempted by you?” Inara let out an amused laugh. “Come on ... I can find someone better than you. But—”
“But once you've tried my skills in bed, I'm sure you won't be able to forget me.”
“Oh, really? You're pretty confident, aren't you?”
“This isn't about confidence. The women who sleep with me always ask for a real relationship. They don't want to lose me. They say I'm potent.”
“I don't need your potency. You're nothing but a cheap man who gets paid for a tiny bit of pleasure.”
“Rich people are really like this, huh? Always looking down on others.”
“What? Looking down on you?” Inara asked, furrowing her brow. “Did you really just say that?”
“No one is looking down on you. You're the one selling your pride.”
“I'll prove to you that you'll be begging me to sleep with you.”
Smack!
Once again, Jeki received a second slap from the woman.
“Hey! Gigolo! Know your place, you snot-nosed brat!”
Brrt ... Brrt ... Brrt ...
The twenty-year-old man's phone began ringing. The screen showed a call from the hospital.
“Hello?”
“Your mother fell. Come to the hospital immediately.”
“Mom! Yes, yes ... I'm on my way.”
Jeki hurriedly put his clothes back on when he heard about his mother's condition from the hospital.
“Ah!” he whimpered.
“Careful.”
Jeki immediately ran outside. Inara didn't realize that she, too, had begun to share the man's worry. After all, she had once lost her parents.
The woman followed Jeki out of the house. In front of the gate, Jeki paced back and forth, looking to the side and then to the left.
“Don't any vehicles come through here?”
“No, this is an upscale neighborhood. You have to go out there to find public transportation.”
“Mom,” Jeki murmured.
Then the man immediately ran off, enduring the pain in his back so he could see his mother, who was currently being treated at the hospital.
“Will he never repent? His mother is sick, and he's out here satisfying women instead.”
Jeki's eyes began to well up as he kept running with all his strength. In the middle of his run, a car started moving slowly and stopped beside him.
“Miss!” Jeki exclaimed when the car window opened.
“Get in! I'll take you to the hospital.”
“Seriously?”
“Get in!”
Without waiting any longer, Jeki got into Inara's luxurious silver car. The two of them immediately headed to the hospital.
The entire way there, Jeki's legs wouldn't stop moving. What frightened him most was the possibility of hearing bad news from the hospital.
“This boy must really love his mother. He's so worried,” Inara thought.
“Has your mother been sick for a long time?” Inara asked, breaking the silence.
“Yes ... Five years.”
“Don't you think your mother's illness is because of your behavior as a paid man?”
“No ... I've been selling myself for the past four years because I have to pay for my mother's treatment.”
“Do you pay for college yourself?” the woman asked.
“No ... I have a scholarship.”
Inara slowly nodded. “Aren't you afraid people will find out someday?”
“Not at all. I can keep my identity secret. You're the first person to know about me. If anyone else knows about me, it will have come from you.”
Inara refocused on driving. “It seems Jeki isn't in any condition to talk right now. It's obvious that he really loves his mother. This is the first time I've ever seen a man cry,” Inara said to herself.