“Oh, yes. I’ll let my team members know.”

“No.”

“…….?”

“Just be careful, Team Leader Jang. Don’t write by hand.”

After giving a slight rebuke, Tae-jun vaguely praised the report as very interesting and excellent, then sent Eun-pyo away.

As Eun-pyo took over what So-eun used to do, Tae-jun felt a sense of incompleteness. Disheartened, he leaned his heavy head against the backrest and closed his eyes.

Was I just that kind of person to you?

Friday before the weekend.

So-eun finished her regular work and went up to the 7th floor with her colleagues. As always, Bok-bae was the first to greet Director Song Mun-gyeong.
“Manager, hello! Where’s Director?”

“Yeah. He didn’t come out today.”

“Oh, I guess he’s very busy.”

So-eun nodded expressionlessly. If he was busy, it was better. However, Manager Song Mun-kyung grabbed So-eun’s arm as she was about to enter the office after bowing and conveyed urgent information.

“It seems Director is not feeling well.”

“Oh, yes.”

“So, he’s absent today too.”

“Yes……”

“He specifically asked me to tell you this.”

“……”

“He insisted that you must tell Han Joo-im. Insistently.”

So-eun’s face turned red. Did Manager Song Mun-kyung also find out about this secret relationship? To the already frustrating Kim Tae-jun, another layer of unpleasantness was added.

“Han So-eun Joo-im.”

Seeing So-eun flustered, Moon-kyung called her again, unable to meet her eyes.

“You don’t have to do everything just because a man complains. What matters most is Han Joo-im’s feelings.”

“……”

“If it’s too troublesome and embarrassing, tell me. I’ll help you somehow.”

“No, it’s not like that……”

“Also, both are good people, but you don’t have to choose anyone. Follow Han Joo-im’s heart. Han Joo-im is always right.”

“Who am I supposed to choose?”

Not understanding what this was about, So-eun widened her eyes and asked, but Moon-kyung blinked as if wondering what I had misunderstood and hurriedly left.

“Anyway, I’ve delivered the message… Work hard.”

Now it was up to So-eun’s choice.

As soon as she finished work, So-eun went straight to Tae-jun’s house.

Pressing the number to Tae-jun’s apartment on the first-floor entrance, the door opened immediately. It meant that Tae-jun was home, and he knew she would come here.

The way to the 30th floor wasn’t easy.

Although she stopped by the mart and pharmacy for the sake of formality, she wondered if he really needed such things. She came here even suspecting that he might be feigning illness. However, she couldn’t completely dismiss the worry that it might be about 1% true, so everything was her fate.

30th floor. When she rang the doorbell, the door opened right away.

“I knew it would be like this.”

A sigh escaped.

Like a freeloading young master.

The only thing indicating pain was his pale face, but his dignified, upright, and sleek appearance made So-eun lose her energy. Moreover, his shameless expression, as if blaming her, without a trace of remorse. No, rather, his eyes seemed to blame her, making So-eun feel even more resentful.

“You’re not hurt. Why lie?”

“Han So-eun doesn’t meet. Doesn’t let me contact her, doesn’t want me to come.”

“I didn’t say not to contact.”

“Don’t do things like Yang Hee-wook.”

“……”

“Then you should make her come yourself. Isn’t that obvious?”

It seemed like he was saying, “I’m going to such lengths because of you.” Tae-jun was unbelievably arrogant.
Even after undergoing liver transplant surgery and taking a one-month leave, I returned relentlessly. However, this man can just abandon all planned schedules due to a mere conflict with me and stay cooped up at home.

Indeed, he was a person with a completely different perspective. Even when facing each other so closely, he felt so distant.

Tae-jun, sensing this gap, took a step closer and grabbed So-eun’s hand. So-eun discreetly pulled her hand away. Tae-jun didn’t attempt to hold her hand again. He let out a sigh, then went into the house, gesturing for her to follow.

“Sit, for now.”

So-eun took a seat far away from where Tae-jun sat.

“I heard, ‘It’s not because I regret or miss breaking up with Yang Hee-wook.’ That’s as far as I heard.”

“…….”

“Then I waited for four days to hear the next words.”

Tae-jun precisely recalled the conversation from Monday, reminding her of those unbearable four days. The time had made Tae-jun’s voice cold.

But as he licked his lips a few times, hesitated, and then spoke, she immediately became anxious.

“Just… I hate Director.”

His arrogant expression, which had been standing firm, wavered.

No, why would I be hated? Even if I hate you, you shouldn’t hate me.

Though he thought so, his attitude quickly became humble. Tae-jun released his arrogant posture, straightened up in his seat.

“I broke up with that person for my independent living, but in the end, even that decision was in Director’s hands.”

“Is your side silently sitting on top of my palm?”

“…….”

“I feel like Han So-eun is sitting on top of my head.”

Their perspectives were clearly different.