It was just a single sentence.
That one sentence made it feel like the miserable situation was cleanly resolved.
No longer was she afraid of Son Kyu-won’s violent behavior and words.
There was an illusion that boarding Chadoha’s car would mean salvation.
And she somewhat disliked herself for having such an illusion.
That’s why she hesitated to get into the car.
Chadoha spoke again.
“How long will you keep me waiting?”
A crack appeared in his previously leisurely expression.
His annoyed face made her heart flutter somewhere in her chest.
“Could you come down and open the door for me?”
Her voice, playfully sarcastic, surged with something hot and overwhelming.
“I’ll get in.”
Yeeun, having wiped Son Kyu-won from her mind, approached the passenger side.
Then Chadoha spoke again.
“Get in the back.”
His gaze pointed to the seat beside him.
Yeeun hesitantly followed his command, her face full of tension.
As Yeeun got into the car, Chadoha raised the window.
For a brief moment, his cold gaze sharply swept over Son Kyu-won’s astonished face.
This was the third time Yeeun was in Chadoha’s car.
The first was from HJ Department Store to the udon restaurant in Euljiro.
The second, a few hours ago, from the Hanju Group headquarters to a nearby sushi restaurant.
And now.
Ironically, all three times were quite burdensome for Yeeun.
Chadoha’s scent, felt more intensely in the confined space, strangely intoxicated her.
This man had a good smell.
At first, she thought it was just because he used good perfume.
But soon she realized it wasn’t just that.
No matter what perfume he wore, his own scent was infused in it.
That made the fragrance of the perfume even more provocative.
Dangerously so.
So every time she got into his car, she had to hold her breath.
But now, she couldn’t just hold her breath.
Yeeun, clenching her hands on her lap, chewed her lower lip and chose her words.
Should she thank him for the ride?
Or thank him for saving her?
Whatever she said, the situation was awkward.
Or should she ask why he was here?
As she pondered, Chadoha broke the suffocating silence.
“Let’s make this the third time.”
“What?”
Yeeun turned her head to look at him, startled by his sudden words.
“Let’s count this as the third strike.”
Chadoha’s black eyes held a strange light as they captured her.
She was taken aback.
The third strike.
His scent had made her head feel hazy, and now a jolt ran through her mind.
But his following question jumbled her already scrambled thoughts.
“Where’s your home?”
“Excuse me?”
“Tell me where you live so I can take you home.”
So now.
He meant to count this car ride to her home, which was only 20 minutes away, as the third strike?
In just 20 minutes?
Was she supposed to waste this precious opportunity like that?
“…”
Yeeun remained silent, her lips pressed together.
Chadoha’s eyes held a mocking smile.
“Or do you want to get off here, now that the crisis is over?”
“No, no?”
At a time like this, quick thinking was needed, but oddly enough, she couldn’t muster such capabilities in front of Chadoha.
Her mind felt blank.
Hesitantly, she managed to utter a clumsy sentence.
“Director, would you like to have a coffee?”
“…?”
Chadoha’s expression slightly crumpled.
It was as if he was asking, ‘What nonsense are you talking about?’
Swallowing dryly, Yeeun revealed her honest thoughts.
“You said to make it the third strike.”
“So you can’t just let it go?”
“Yes.”
With her head nodding sincerely in response, Chadoha twisted his head slightly and chuckled.
Then he erased the laughter and quietly surveyed her face.
It shouldn’t be, but his gaze felt oddly provocative.
She thought she had sobered up because of Son Kyu-won, but it seems she was still intoxicated.
This was evident from the way she unabashedly met and held his gaze.
Instead of avoiding it, she directly looked back, intently observing his eyes in which her image was clearly reflected.
Chadoha was beautiful.
His eyes were large and clear, even without double eyelids, and deep black pupils nestled within them.
Those pupils held a lonely night sky.
Like a meteor floating in the vast black universe, they were bleak, empty, and solitary.
Yet, they harbored a brilliant light, making it impossible to look away.
Perhaps they were the darkest and most beautiful eyes she had ever seen in a human being.
Beautiful, yet profoundly lonely.
Suddenly, Yeeun’s eyes warmed up.
Her heart felt heavy as if infected by his solitude.
So much for sobering up. Her nose tingled, indicating she was completely drunk and her senses were numbed.
Chadoha brought her back to reality.
“You seem quite drunk?”
Chadoha, slightly furrowing his brows, examined her.
Instantly, her face flushed hotly.
She was drunk.
Whether it was the alcohol or this man, she wasn’t sure.
Regardless of what caused it, she couldn’t take her eyes off Chadoha, as if captivated, as if in awe.
From Chadoha’s perspective, it must have been unpleasant.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
