Expecting Hee-ju but seeing Rona’s text, he sighed deeply.
Last night, after a stressful argument, Rona had complained of stomach pain, and he’d rushed her to the hospital, where thankfully, the baby was fine.
Remembering the doctor’s warning about the risks of stress-induced uterine contractions to the baby, he had apologized profusely.
[Just stay there]After sending a brief reply to Rona, Jaemin switched back to Hee-ju’s chat.
‘The talk of the office, right? Mr. Noh’s wife is as pretty as a celebrity.’
A new staff member, who had heard this at the cafeteria, had relayed the rumor.
Predictably, it must have started with talkative Attorney Kang.
‘Can’t you show us a photo? How beautiful is she that there’s such a buzz about her?’
He couldn’t show them.
Following Rona’s demands, he had deleted all photos with Hee-ju from his phone, including their wedding pictures.
“Playing hard to get, huh, Hee-ju?”
Once, at Rona’s request, Jaemin deleted all the photos on his phone, from their wedding pictures to those with Hee-ju.
“I don’t know where she got the coaching, but Hee-ju won’t contact me to the end, will she?”
Musing, Jaemin began to carefully type each letter.
[What are you doing, Hee-ju?]Having initiated contact twice, he figured she’d pretend to be ignorant and reply now.
“She must be thrilled to get my message, can’t even sleep, right? Ah… I shouldn’t misunderstand.”
Anticipating Hee-ju’s response, Jaemin giggled to himself.
As Chaewon entered the public parking lot outside, a call came from Yu-gun, who had just finished parking.
It’s me.
“Your voice sounds normal?”
Exiting his car, Yu-gun walked and locked the doors remotely with his remote.
After a few awkward breaths, she spoke calmly.
“Earlier, our staff, being drunk, made a mistake. I didn’t know anything until I just saw the call log.”
He had roughly guessed the atmosphere when he heard the drunken voices of the staff shouting for her to come.
Imagining Kim Chaewon sprawled out, too drunk to answer the phone among them.
Yet, hearing her sound voice, Yu-gun didn’t hesitate to continue to his destination.
Sorry, you don’t have to come.
Pausing at a brightly lit crosswalk, he asked, “Should I go back?”
…You’re already here?
At the crosswalk, staring at the traffic light on the other side, below it stood Chaewon, phone to her ear, pacing.
Usually so upright, she was nibbling and releasing her fingernails, her gaze downcast with evident remorse.
“I see you, Kim Chaewon.”
At Yu-gun’s words, Chaewon looked around.
Staring at random spots, she suddenly saw Yu-gun and slightly parted her lips.
Yu-gun, eyeing the still red traffic light, said, “Shall I cross, or not?”
As they looked at each other, a man emerged from the building and lingered beside Chaewon.
Yu-gun’s legs instinctively tensed, watching.
Kim Chaewon, are you going like this?
Yu-gun focused on the voice through the phone.
The stranger’s over-familiarity was grating, ‘Chaewon-ah,’ ‘Our Chaewon.’
His eyes briefly touched the traffic light, still signaling wait.
Let’s talk tomorrow.
I’ll take you home. You’ve had some drinks.
It’s okay, I’m fine.
The conversation across the street was quite audible through the phone.
The light stubbornly stayed red, as if broken.
Feeling the talk might prolong, Chaewon regained composure and looked towards Yu-gun, seemingly about to say she’s fine and he should leave.
Uh, Yu-gun Choi.
“I’m coming over.”
As the yellow light flickered on, Yu-gun strode across with long steps.
He approached Chaewon, still on her phone.
Nurse Oh, trying to explain her failure to stop the situation, and Seong-min, the sturdy man standing before her, both halted as Yu-gun arrived.
The gaze of Yu-gun and Seong-min locked.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
