After sending off the detective agency boss, Chaewon turned to Yugun.

“I’ll give you credit for the meeting at K Hotel.”

She should be thanking him profusely, but there she was, maintaining her high-handed demeanor. Yugun chuckled at this.

Chaewon soon joined in the laughter.

“Thank you. I would have been caught if it weren’t for Choi Yugun.”

Chaewon used Heeju’s phone when she was with Jaemin, so she couldn’t be contacted.

Just then, her car was heading to Heeju’s hospital, which was concerning, but fortunately, Chaewon turned on her phone at a stop signal.

Thus, they were able to communicate, and Chaewon changed her destination to the police station.

“Be careful. We were lucky this time, but there’s no guarantee such incidents won’t happen again.”

“That’s right. I didn’t expect Gorona to hire someone.”

After all, Gorona, who was desperate to appear as the mistress, wouldn’t see what’s happening right now.

She’s probably determined to catch any weakness to ensure a divorce no matter what.

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

Chaewon looked at Yugun as he spoke seriously.

His expressionless face, after being observed for a long time, seemed to slightly reveal some emotions.

This man, he was definitely worried.

“I know what I’m doing right now.”

She understood how hopeless waiting for Heeju to wake up must look in his eyes.

“But I can’t just do nothing. There’s definitely a responsibility on them for Heeju’s condition.”

Therefore, she can’t agree to a divorce. Naturally, that decision should be made by Kim Heeju herself.

She can’t just watch things go as they wish while Heeju is lying there.

“I’ve bribed the detective agency employee hired by Gorona, so we should be safe for a while.”

Despite the grim situation, Chaewon tried to appear calm as if she had a plan.

Divorce, Kim Heeju’s role, mistress, vegetative state – heavy words floated between them when Secretary Ahn, who was standing by, couldn’t hold back a sneeze.

Achoo! Achoochoochoo!

Chaewon’s gaze, which had been fixed on Yugun, finally shifted to Secretary Ahn.

“Who are you, by the way?”

Secretary Ahn, caught by her gaze, straightened up with a start.

“Hello, I’m Ahn Jeonghyun, Choi Yugun’s secretary.”

“So you’re the secretary. I’m Kim Chaewon.”

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

“Well, just.”

Yugun’s brow furrowed as he listened.

“We live next door.”

“Ah, next door.”

Yugun let out a bemused laugh.

Not the type to help someone this much just because they’re neighbors, Secretary Ahn quickly lightened the mood with a hearty laugh.

“I might not know the whole situation, but I’ll help in any way I can.”

“Oh, then.”

Chaewon held out her phone.

“Could you take a picture for us?”

Secretary Ahn’s smile dropped awkwardly.

“A picture? Suddenly, now?”

“Yes. Please take a good one.”

Chaewon moved next to Yugun, linking arms,

And Yugun naturally accommodating her.

“What, what now.”

Am I the only one finding this odd?

Confused, Secretary Ahn hurriedly picked up the camera at Chaewon’s urging.

“One, two, three.”

Secretary Ahn, with a bewildered expression, hastily pressed the button and put the camera down.

But as soon as he did, Chaewon, who had dropped her smile and approached with a stern look to check the photo, made Secretary Ahn’s throat gulp.

Not sure what was happening, but feeling like he was about to be severely scolded by her in the next 30 seconds.

“Ah, I’ll take another one for you!”
Secretary Ahn, smiling awkwardly, waved his hand and stepped back.

It felt like an atmosphere where he needed to do well, even if he didn’t know exactly why. It was as if someone was telling him to get it right.

Jaemin, urged by Rona’s call complaining of a stomachache, finally reached home.

The words from Heeju about staying at home and wanting a baby had shaken Rona with anxiety.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not.”

Startled, Jaemin opened his eyes wide.

“Why are you always in pain? Should we go to the hospital?”

“No need. It’s all stress. What’s the use of going to the hospital?”

“Huh?”

Rona, biting her lower lip, suddenly lifted her head with a look full of things to say.

“Why didn’t you answer properly earlier?”

“What?”

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

Tears began to fall from Rona’s eyes, filled with resentment.

“No, that’s not it, Rona.”

“But why couldn’t you answer, huh? Why!”

Jaemin rubbed his forehead with an embarrassed look.

“Look at the situation. From Heeju’s perspective, it was a gathering involving my schoolmate. How embarrassing would it be for me to say I want a divorce there? What if she feels humiliated and refuses to divorce? Right?”

He thought he explained himself well, but Rona’s tears didn’t stop.