Flowers Are Bait Chapter 173:

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“I’ve received the report on your body and mental state.”

Kwon Chae-woo stared ahead at Kwon Ki-seok, the man who shared many of his features. Without So Lee-yeon, everything else in his life became boring. All he could do was stare and blink.

Kwon Ki-seok continued speaking, “You’ll continue to experience bouts of insomnia and your memory might never be fully intact. Don’t go back to your duties as a hunting dog for now. Focus on building your life, spend some time with the boys. You could even take a picture of the site.”

were the secret children of the various chairmen of important groups or even members of the parliament. They were indebted to the Kwon family, which was why Kwon Chae-woo could do as he pleased around them. He could offer them friendship and backstab them immediately after, it wouldn’t change a thing.

“Now,” Kwon Ki-seok said, “Are you going to be upset about having to stop playing house?”

Kwon Chae-woo narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean?”

The other man shook his head. “So, what was it like being on a leash?”

“Isn’t it obvious? It felt like shit.” Kwon Chae-woo’s lips curled into a smile, but his eyes were unchanged. When he got involved with So Lee-yeon, he was a completely different man. He was someone else, not at all like the young master who used to roam freely.

“Is that still how you really feel?”

“Just what are you trying to imply?”

Sensing his growing frustration, Kwon Ki-seok dared to take a step forward. It was almost as if he was reminding Kwon Chae-woo that they were equals. His eyes shone brightly as he continued to speak, “I’m just curious to know what’s going on in your head.”

Kwon Chae-woo scowled. “Ask the doctor then.”

“But I want to hear it from you.”

Kwon Ki-seok looked at the other man’s eyes. They looked foreign and yet so familiar.

When he first came to the Kwon family’s home, he noticed just how different Kwon Chae-woo was. There were rumors going around about Stockholm syndrome and how he was strange, but he never did much. Kwon Ki-seok was fascinated by him, always finding himself observing the young Kwon Chae-woo.

“Chae-woo,” he said now, looking at the man who had grown to be just as tall as him. “Do you hate So Lee-yeon?”

That was when Kwon Chae-woo finally read what was going through the other man’s mind. It seemed so simple now. Pure, unadulterated jealousy.