“I could hear it too. You have to send the interview questions by email today, right?”
“Yeah…”
But then, Haru suddenly picked up the tablet on the table and started waving it side to side. What’s going on?
“So, Director Kim Jun, I’ll send the screenplay directly to your email. The entire screenplay on this tablet. We have this great system called email, you know.”
It seemed like having me read the screenplay in front of her was quite burdensome. For me, it’s a regular part of the job, but from your perspective, it’s understandable to see me only as a director.
Well, I had been reading with a personal interest too, so now I had no reason to refuse your request to read it alone at home. Especially since answering the interview questions might take time. So, let’s end it for today.
However, seeing you treat me freely, like in those innocent days, tempted me to be a bit playful. I wanted to capture more of the you who treated me just like in those carefree days.
An urge to prolong this moment, before my insincerity could be blamed, made me speak.
“That might be difficult. Do I even have an email address? I suddenly can’t remember.”
Pretending to think hard, I pursed my lips and cast my gaze into the distance.
“Liar.”
“I’m not lying.”
“But I heard everything just now.”
“What did you hear?”
“Okay, send me the interview questions by email right now. I’ll respond by today.”
Haru repeated my words to Secretary Yoon exactly as I had said them, not missing a single detail.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. Her mimicry reminded me of a child parroting the words of adults, adorable in its earnestness. Instinctively, my right hand moved towards Haru’s head.
A moment when the instinct to caress overruled my reason.
I quickly pulled my hand back, but it was too late. There you were, looking at me with surprised eyes, lips still parted. I felt a sudden pang of regret.
Your wide, round eyes started alternating between looking at my face and my right hand. You probably weren’t even aware of the gaze I had on you, just confused by the situation. Why is he doing that, you must have wondered, shrinking back.
Sigh… Haru. I know it was a mistake.
But I couldn’t apologize there. I couldn’t clearly say, “Sorry for trying to stroke your hair,” without pushing you, who already builds walls around me, further away.
Or maybe… with the Haru I saw today, you might panic and avoid me if I suggest meeting again. I definitely wanted to avoid that.
No choice but to act as if nothing happened and return my hand to its place.
But your eyes followed the arc of my returning hand. It seemed to ask silently what that meant, so I clenched my hand beneath the table.
Enough, I need to end this now.
“Shall we go?”
Thankfully, Haru quickly focused on my voice. There was no hesitation or awkwardness in her small nod.
“I’ll take you home.”
I preempted her ‘it’s okay’ with my response, not waiting for her to finish, and stood up first. Really, it’s okay. Your voice echoed in my ears, but I quietly opened the conference room door and waited, taking that as my answer.
You walked through the door I had opened. Trying to look at my face but seemingly lacking the courage. Your gaze rested on my chest and then dropped down, unable to rise any higher.
Sigh. Avoiding again. What scares you so much? Why do I keep frightening you?
I walked slowly, matching your small strides, deep in thought.
Before Secretary Yoon’s call, your small frame seemed to struggle to contain the overwhelming emotions, your shoulders trembled slightly. Your eyes fluttered nervously above the table edges, and your expression seemed to plead, “Don’t ask anymore…”
Are you sorry for leaving me? Do you feel guilty now that I’ve reappeared in your life?
Haru. What is making you hide like this…
Standing in front of the elevator, you looked at me with eyes that sparkled under the lights, more than usual. In my heart, I waited for an answer from you that wouldn’t come, holding my breath as I silently asked.
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
