When Dohan and Sarang left the restaurant together, Nayoung followed suit.

“Did you bring the car? Should I call a chauffeur?”

“No, we’ll take a taxi.”

“Then come this way. I saw a taxi stand over there on the way here.”

Nayoung led him out of the alley onto a main road.

“I always thought Ji Daelim might cause an accident someday. But Sarang, you’re the one who detonated the bomb first.”

By now, their team members probably noticed that the two were in a relationship. Sarang openly held onto Dohan’s arm, calling him “oppa,” and asking how they ended up together. Not knowing was foolish.

Nayoung wanted to quickly go inside and observe the awkward faces, but sending off Dohan and Sarang took precedence.

“Sarang, what if you wake up tomorrow and can’t remember anything?”

“There’s nothing we can do. The spilled milk can’t be put back in the bottle.”

“Aren’t you talking about it as if it’s someone else’s business? Sarang, you must be upset. It’s so difficult for a woman to continue working after breaking up with a man in the same company.”

Nayoung recalled a senior who had broken up while dating in the same team when she joined the company.

It was bitter to date together and then have only the woman leave while the man stayed behind.

Nayoung couldn’t help but worry that Sarang, her cherished junior, might face the same situation.

Dohan, who fixed Sarang’s mood, stood at the taxi stand with her.

“Hello, Director.”

Nayoung looked up at him, wondering why he stopped instead of going further.

“Why do you think we’ll break up?”

“What?”

“We won’t break up. So, you don’t need to worry about that.”

Only now did Nayoung realize her words had gone too far.

Even though a junior worried, it was rude from Dohan’s perspective.

“And just in case.”

In case he didn’t want to think about, he stopped speaking for a moment, furrowing his eyebrows.

“If, by any chance, you have something to worry about, I’ll resign from the company. So that Sarang won’t have difficulties.”

Feeling even more sorry after hearing his weighty voice, Nayoung wanted to apologize, but he nodded his head slightly.

“Then, I’ll go first.”

With a simple farewell, Dohan gradually distanced himself.

Soon, Nayoung walked to the station, got into a taxi with Sarang, and they disappeared from sight.

Until then, Nayoung, who had stood there blankly, shook her head vigorously.

It was a surprising action for herself, who had briefly thought Dohan was cool.

“Crazy. He’s someone else’s man.”

It seemed like Sarang knew why she liked Dohan.

Even if he was trash once, it was clear that he was a man like a swamp, once you fell in, you couldn’t get out.
Meeting such a man was risky.

Because one’s own self could be destroyed.

However, the more dangerous it was, the more people’s hearts were drawn to it.

Perhaps, in life, meeting such a man even once could be considered fortunate.

After all, love that one can wholly devote to oneself is not given to just anyone.

Nayoung, who had never had such an experience before, envied her junior who was genuinely in love.

And she decided not to worry about the breakup of the two anymore.

Inside the taxi driving on the road, Sarang opened her eyes.

She felt uneasy inside, wondering why her stomach was fluttering, only to realize it was the car.

When she raised her head to see what happened, there was Dohan.

First and foremost, a sense of relief washed over her.

“Is the dinner over?”

Dohan lowered his gaze to her, leaning on his shoulder.

Due to his flushed face and dreamy eyes, as if he were dreaming, she momentarily forgot where they were, almost kissing him.

Just then, at the sound of the taxi driver coughing, Dohan snapped out of it.

“How much do you remember?”

“When Director Seo asked me to have a drink, and everyone kept telling me to quickly break up with my boyfriend while pouring me drinks…”

Many pieces of advice followed, but they all meant the same thing.

People never change, so find another man.

Seeing Dohan’s gaze that showed he understood Sarang’s intentions about their love, she quickly answered that she got it and emptied her glass. Eventually, unable to resist the alcohol, the film was cut off.

Even now, her head throbbed, and she felt she wouldn’t remember this situation by tomorrow morning.

“Sorry. It was unpleasant, right?”

As she heard everything, Sarang’s voice crept in.

“Everyone says those things because they worry about you. Understand. I know I’m not a good guy.”

She didn’t explicitly deny his words in silence. Dohan furrowed his eyebrows without Sarang noticing.

Today, he felt hurt in various ways.

“Are you angry?”

“No.”

“Did you happen to say anything between us because you felt bad?”

“I didn’t.”

You did.

Dohan decided not to mention Sarang’s mistake.

There was no change even if he knew in advance.

“Fortunately. But where are we going?”

“Home.”

Sarang closed her eyes again, seemingly falling asleep.

When her head sank deeper onto Dohan’s shoulder, he muttered quietly.

“Our home.”