Hyunju’s mouth dropped open, and Siwoo’s eyes narrowed at this gesture.
“Will you two be staying longer? We should probably get going.”
Jiwon removed his hand from Ina’s and spoke up.
“Oh, really? That’s too bad. It would have been nice to have a drink together since we’re meeting for the first time…”
Hyunju expressed her regret.
“Let’s meet again sometime soon. I’ll buy you a drink.”
“Really?”
“Yes. We’ll meet again soon.”
Jiwon responded and then picked up Ina’s jacket from the back of her chair.
“Let me do that.”
Ina reached out, but Jiwon unfolded the jacket and placed it over her shoulders.
“It’s a bit chilly outside, so wear this.”
Jiwon spoke casually, but his gaze was warm and caring, causing Hyunju’s lips to curve up. Siwoo stood up and said,
“There’s no need to come next time. I can take Ina home if she’s drunk.”
Hyunju’s smile paused abruptly at Siwoo’s words.
She looked at Siwoo with surprise, noticing the coolness in his eyes.
Thump, thump, thump.
It felt like someone was beating a war drum, and Hyunju swallowed hard.
‘Wow, Siwoo is a real man! A true alpha male!’
Ina seemed equally surprised, pausing while putting on her jacket and staring at Siwoo with widened eyes.
Only Jiwon, with a cold expression, stared at Siwoo and then spoke.
“Next time as well, I will take her home.”
His voice was firm, a clear refusal to any further comments.
Siwoo’s eyes intensified at Jiwon’s cutting tone.
Feeling the mounting tension, Hyunju’s nostrils flared. Ina suddenly stood up and said,
“Th-that’s okay, Siwoo. I’ll go with Jiwon today.”
At her words, both Jiwon and Siwoo turned to look at Ina.
Hyunju watched the trio like a spectator.
‘Wow, this is just like a morning drama.’
Thinking popcorn would be perfect at this moment, Hyunju’s eyes twinkled.
Unlike her, Siwoo, with a rigid face, bit the inside of his lip and reluctantly nodded.
“Alright, then… take care on your way home.”
As Ina finished putting on her jacket, Jiwon picked up her handbag.
“Huh? Oh, thank you.”
Ina took the handbag and bid farewell to Siwoo and Hyunju.
“I’ll be going first.”
“Sure. Get home and rest. We’ll see you again soon, Jiwon.”
After Hyunju’s farewell, Jiwon nodded lightly.
“Sure. We’ll meet again. I’ll take my leave now.”
“Take care, Ina. Send a message when you get home. I’m worried.”
At Siwoo’s words, Jiwon turned his gaze to him.
Siwoo looked back intently.
Just as another laser show was about to start, Ina quickly pulled Jiwon’s arm.
“Le-let’s go.”
At Ina’s urging, Jiwon looked at Siwoo, said goodbye, and then placed his hand on her shoulder.
“Let’s go.”
As they walked away, Siwoo’s eyes drilled into Jiwon’s hand resting on Ina’s shoulder, his gaze fierce.
Once the two had left, Siwoo sat down, biting his lip, while Hyunju heaved a sigh of relief and reached for her water.
Jiwon’s brief presence had made it feel like years had been shaved off her life.
“Hyunju, I have something I’m curious about. Can you answer it?”
Siwoo’s intense gaze made it clear he needed an answer. Hyunju nodded agreeably.
Jiwon’s car entered the neighborhood where Ina lived.
Before entering the villa, he parked in front of a convenience store, asked Ina to wait a moment, and went inside. Ina, tense the entire time, let out a short breath.
Even in her drunken state, she remembered the sharp looks exchanged between Jiwon and Siwoo at the bar.
Both of them saw each other for the first time today, so why did they look at each other with such cold eyes?
Ina wondered, feeling unexpectedly troubled by the chilly atmosphere. She started questioning whether it was a mistake to have asked Jiwon to come.
Remembering how Jiwon placed his hand on her shoulder and looked at Siwoo with a challenging gaze when they were leaving, she suddenly felt a headache.
Why did Jiwon behave like that? Why…
As Ina pressed her forehead and closed her eyes, Jiwon came back from the convenience store.
He got back into the car and placed a white bag on Ina’s lap.
“Drink this when you get home.”
Inside the bag were hangover cures and a few bottles of refreshing drinks.
“Ah… thank you.”
Ina fiddled with the bag, speaking in a soft voice.
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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.
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