Couldn’t Help But Love You

Yes, we’re divorced. But there’s still a year left in our contract, isn’t there? Three years post-divorce, her ex-husband Taewook reappeared before Winter. “I need Secretary Han’s help.” Winter doubted her ears, not having anticipated such a statement, her brow furrowing. “You haven’t forgotten why I married Secretary Han, have you?” “Why…” “A promise with Grandfather to save J Chemical by marrying.” Taewook’s words fell heavily. That promise, which led to a marriage contract between J Chemical’s CEO Kang Taewook and Secretary Han Winter… “Grandfather has lost his memory of the past few years.” “No way…” “Right now, Grandfather thinks Secretary Han and I are still married.” “That’s impossible…” Winter’s mouth hung open in shock. “You need to help me.” Winter’s eyes, unusually black and large, trembled anxiously. As Taewook’s gaze bore into her, that tremble intensified. Her heart constricted, fearing the inevitable words. “Just pretend to be my wife in front of Grandfather.” Why do ominous predictions never miss the mark? “No. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.” “You’ll refuse?” Taewook twisted his lips into a smirk, pulling a rolled-up document from inside his jacket. He held out the densely worded contract to Winter, his gaze fixed on her without hurry. “I believe you’ll accept my offer. At least if there’s any conscience left in Secretary Han.”