After sending off the detective agency boss, Chae Won turned and looked at Yoo Gun.

“I’ll praise you for meeting at K Hotel.”

Yoo Gun let out a hollow laugh at her high-handed attitude again, when she should be grabbing his hands in gratitude.

Chae Won, who had been watching, soon laughs along.

“Thank you. If it weren’t for Choi Yoo Gun, we would have been caught.”

When Chae Won was with Jae Min, she couldn’t be contacted because she was using Hee Joo’s phone.

He was worried because her car was heading towards Hee Joo’s hospital, but fortunately Chae Won turned on her own phone at a stop signal.

That’s how they were able to talk, and Chae Won changed her location from the hospital to the police station.

“Be careful. We were lucky this time, but there’s no guarantee something like this won’t happen again in the future.”

“You’re right. To think Go Ro Na would even hire someone.”

Well, in Go Ro Na’s eyes, desperate to show off as the other woman, would she see anything now?

She must be determined to find some weakness and force a divorce by any means necessary.

“Honestly, you seem to be in more danger.”

At Yoo Gun’s serious voice, Chae Won’s gaze fell on him.

Perhaps because she had been looking at his expressionless face for so long, she could see some of the emotions contained within it.

This man is clearly worried.

“I know what I’m doing right now.”

She knows how reckless it must seem in his eyes to vaguely wait for Hee Joo to wake up.

“But I can’t just do nothing. They are clearly responsible for what happened to Hee Joo.”

So she absolutely cannot give them a divorce, and of course that’s something Kim Hee Joo should decide when she wakes up.

She cannot just stand by and watch things flow as they want while Hee Joo is lying down.

“I bribed the detective agency employee hired by Go Ro Na, so it should be fine for a while.”

Though feeling lost, Chae Won deliberately put on a composed expression as if she had a plan.

Divorce, Kim Hee Joo’s role, the other woman, vegetative state – heavy words difficult to carelessly speak or easily guess were floating between the two when Secretary Ahn, who had been standing by observing, couldn’t hold back a sneeze.

Achoo! Achoo-choo-choo!

Chae Won’s gaze, which had been fixed on Yoo Gun, finally drifted to Secretary Ahn.

“By the way, who are you?”

Secretary Ahn, whose eyes met hers, startled and raised his eyebrows as he stood up straight.

“Hello. I’m Ahn Jung Hyun, CEO Choi Yoo Gun’s secretary.”

“Ah, you’re the secretary. I’m Kim Chae Won.”

“Ah, yes. Chae Won, but if you don’t mind me asking, what’s your relationship with our CEO?”

“Hmm, just.”

Yoo Gun, who was listening, furrowed his brow tightly.

“We’re neighbors.”

“Ah, neighbors.”

Yoo Gun, exasperated, let out a hollow laugh.

Thinking that Choi Yoo Gun wouldn’t help this much just because they’re neighbors, Secretary Ahn soon brightened the stiff atmosphere with a refreshing laugh.

“I don’t know the whole situation, but I’ll help with anything.”

“Ah, then.”

Chae Won soon held out her phone.

“Could you take a picture?”

The corners of Secretary Ahn’s smiling mouth dropped awkwardly.

“A picture? Suddenly, now?”

“Yes. Please take a good one.”

Chae Won approaches Yoo Gun and links arms,

And Yoo Gun naturally allows it.

“No, what’s going on.”

Am I the only one who finds this strange?

Secretary Ahn, who had been looking on with confused eyes, hurriedly picked up the camera at Chae Won’s urging to hurry up and take the picture.

“One, two, three.”

Secretary Ahn, with a dazed expression, roughly pressed the button and lowered it.

But as Chae Won immediately wiped off her smile and came to check the photo with a harsh expression, Secretary Ahn’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

He didn’t know what was going on, but he had a feeling he was going to get scolded terribly by her in 30 seconds.

“I-I’ll take another one!”

Secretary Ahn awkwardly smiled and waved his hands as he backed away.

Whatever it was, the atmosphere felt like he should do well for now.

He felt like he could hear someone telling him to do it properly from somewhere.

*

Ro Na’s words that her stomach hurt and to come right away brought Jae Min, who had reached home, all the way here.

Hee Joo’s words about staying home and having a baby made Ro Na tremble with anxiety.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not okay.”

Startled, Jae Min opened his eyes wide.

“Why do you keep hurting? Should we go to the hospital?”

“Forget it. This is all because of stress, what would going to the hospital do?”

“Huh?”

Ro Na, who had been biting her lower lip hard, suddenly lifted her head with a face full of things to say.

“Why couldn’t you answer properly earlier?”

“What?”

“When I asked if you really wanted a divorce, why couldn’t you answer? You… you want to keep living with Kim Hee Joo, right?”

Tears finally fell from Ro Na’s eyes, filled with resentment.

“No, that’s not it, Ro Na.”

“Then why couldn’t you answer, sob. Why couldn’t you answer!”

Jae Min rubbed his forehead with a troubled expression.

“Look at the situation. Okay? From Hee Joo’s perspective, my classmate was there, if I coldly said I wanted to divorce her there, wouldn’t she be embarrassed? What if she feels humiliated and refuses to divorce even more, right?”

He thought he had explained well enough, but Ro Na’s tears wouldn’t stop.

“Is dignity important right now? You should have spoken coldly, that’s how she would decide on divorce. Because you were so sob, ambiguous, Kim Hee Joo can’t make a decision either! How frustrated I was today, more than Kim Hee Joo, your behavior really made me huu-uuk.”

Seeing Ro Na unable to speak properly as she sobbed, Jae Min moistened his lips with his tongue.

“Ro Na. It’s not like that. You’re the only one I love, we have our little bean, don’t we.”

Before parting, Jae Min grabbed Chae Won and asked.

‘Do you really not want to break up with me?’

‘I still love you. So I don’t want to break up.’

Speaking like the female lead in a movie before a breakup, his heart responded then.

Honestly, he wavered.

“Aah my stomach hurts. I think my stomach hurts. Sob.”

“Does it hurt? Should we go to the hospital?”

“I said I don’t need to. It’s because I’m stressed.”

Her stomach hurts but she doesn’t want to go to the hospital. Unable to understand what she wanted him to do, Jae Min let out a frustrated sigh as he looked at Ro Na.

He thought Ro Na’s crying, saying her stomach hurts or getting irritated at every little thing, was getting a bit tiresome now.

*

Chae Won, who got off the elevator, carefully glanced at Yoo Gun’s hand standing next to her.

“Do you have disinfectant at home?”

Yoo Gun, who finally looked at his own wound with an insensitive gaze, returned his eyes to the front.

“It’s fine. This much.”

Just before, a detective agency employee who attempted to flee with the camera was caught again by Yoo Gun, and in the process, Yoo Gun’s hand was injured.

“People underestimate small wounds, but if it gets infected you could even die. Disinfecting isn’t difficult, so make sure to do it before going to bed.”

Is this nagging because she’s a doctor, or is she concerned?

Suddenly curious, Yoo Gun turned his head towards Chae Won.

“I don’t have anything like that.”

“You don’t have disinfectant at home?”

When he nonchalantly nodded that he didn’t, even though he did, she scolded him with a face that seemed to say he was hopeless.

“Aren’t you living too carelessly? Disinfectant is an essential item you should keep at home.”

“I did a good deed today but I’m getting scolded too much. My body hurts too.”

Yoo Gun held up his scratched hand.

Chae Won, who had been intently looking at the wound, hurriedly walked towards her house as the elevator doors opened.

“Wait, I’ll give you some disinfectant.”

“You said not disinfecting promptly could lead to death, but you’re just going? As a doctor.”

Chae Won, who had stopped, turned her head towards him.

“Do it for me directly. I don’t want to die from just this.”

Him, saying he wants a doctor’s touch for disinfectant that even an elementary school student could apply themselves.

Looking at the sturdy-bodied Yoo Gun standing with a resolute expression as if refusing a refusal, Chae Won hesitated for a moment.

She hadn’t been able to sleep easily after exchanging strange glances with him at home last time, so she had been determined not to let him into her house again.

“You said you were grateful, but I guess it wasn’t sincere.”

He attacks her conscience, noticing her refusal.

After much deliberation, Chae Won nodded with a sense of responsibility that the wound was caused by her today.

“Come in.”

Chae Won turned and opened the door.

Yoo Gun, slipping his feet into slippers, surveyed her house, which was as clean and empty as before.

“Sit there.”

Chae Won, who had washed her hands thoroughly as soon as she entered, took out a dressing box and placed it on the sofa table.

Sitting close to Yoo Gun, she took out disinfectant and prepared, unaware of Yoo Gun’s staring gaze.

“Here, give me your hand.”

As Yoo Gun raised his hand, Chae Won pulled it towards her and examined his wound with a careful gaze.

“Does it sting?”

Chae Won picked up an alcohol swab with tweezers and placed it on the wound.

“It’s fine.”

“I have a lot, so I’ll give you mine. Take this and disinfect it every day.”

Hearing the nagging that he must keep disinfectant at home, Yoo Gun stared intently at Chae Won’s side profile as she focused on his wound.

Is this what she looks like when she works?

With her gaze half-lowered and lips slightly parted as if saying something, she would meet eyes like this once in a while.

In the midst of his thoughts trailing off, Chae Won opened her eyes wide and said,

“This is a burn scar?”

Chae Won discovered an old scar on Yoo Gun’s wrist.

“You didn’t treat it properly at the time? It looks old, to be this severe.”

Looking down, Yoo Gun spoke in a deeper voice as he thought of the past days that came to mind because of the scar.

“I had a younger sister.”

Chae Won, who had been looking at the scar, stopped and raised her head.

“When we were young, she was running with a cup of ramen and spilled it on me, but she cried so much, probably because she was surprised, that I pretended to be fine and acted nonchalant.”

The word ‘had’.

It was a cruel word to use for family.

Chae Won’s expression became solemn as she learned of his story.

“I didn’t know then. That it would become a painful scar every time I see it like this.”

With Yoo Gun’s gaze half-lowered, Chae Won spoke in a calm voice as she looked at him.

“I see so many people’s wounds while working. I am, after all, someone who treats wounds.”

Yoo Gun slowly raised his gaze.

“So when I treat them, I hear stories of how they got these wounds. Like this, there’s a story contained in every wound.”

Chae Won took out a bandage from the box.

“But as I listen, it divides into one of two. Wounds given by others or wounds I give myself. Do you know which one hurts more?”

Yoo Gun tilted his head slightly.

“The wounds I give myself. So at the very least, you shouldn’t hurt yourself.”

Chae Won smiled softly and peeled off the back of the bandage before grabbing Yoo Gun’s hand.

“Just miss her, don’t hurt yourself.”

Pondering her words, Yoo Gun looked down at his wound with a calm gaze.

“Then how do you treat someone who keeps hurting?”

Chae Won, who had raised her head to look at each other, smiled slightly.

“You have to blow on it. Stay by their side and blow, like this.”

Phew. Yoo Gun also laughed briefly.

As their gazes lingered like that, Chae Won felt a strange emotion and turned her head to start cleaning up.

“This bandage is waterproof so you can wash, but since it’s on your hand and there’s a lot of movement, I’ll give you a few more. We’re done now.”

Yoo Gun grabbed Chae Won’s wrist as she was about to get up.

“Where are you going?”

Chae Won, who ended up sitting close again, looked at him with slightly widened eyes.

“I’m still hurting.”

Their eyes convey a completely different story.

“You said to stay by my side and ‘blow’, right?”

There was no expression on his handsome face above the black shirt, but she could clearly feel his changed gaze.

With her wrist still held and unable to move at all, Chae Won spoke in a deliberately calm tone.

“You seem to be the type to exaggerate.”

“Is it just me who finds it regrettable to part ways now.”

Their eyes, containing only each other, deepen.

While she couldn’t think of anything else, captivated by his hand and gaze, Yoo Gun tilted his head and came closer to kiss her.