She knew all too well that by creating this physically appropriate distance, Tae Joon would feel a greater thirst.
“Why, what do you want to do? Want to shower together?”
His voice was thick with desire, and it seemed like he knew she had changed her mind.
Upon this, Seorin lifted the corner of her mouth and whispered softly, “You should take off your clothes… to shower.”
The slip she had been wearing slid down to the floor.
Real seduction, it began now.
A few days later.
Tae Joon entered, looking tired as usual. Seorin closed the book she had been reading and turned to him.
“Today ended earlier than I thought.”
“Yeah, there wasn’t much to say.”
“Who did you meet?”
“Mr. Park Dongho, who used to work as a chauffeur.”
“Oh, right. Our dad was a chauffeur.”
A few days ago, starting with Park Gilja, Tae Joon met with the people who had given statements as witnesses or persons of interest in the case, one by one.
Park Dongho was the fourth person he had met, but there was no significant progress.
Perhaps it was because the memories were too old, and each person had different things to say. Moreover, the Park Dongho he met today didn’t seem to know much about his mother.
[Dash] By any chance, did you know anything about Mrs. Jung having a man other than her husband?[Dash] What? Mrs. Jung? Oh my, I’m just an ordinary person. Who would make such accusations? I mainly worked outside, accompanying the chairman, so I didn’t have a special relationship with Mrs. Jung. But I can assure you, she was definitely not that kind of person. [Dash] Do you really think that way? [Dash] Oh, isn’t there someone who can see through someone’s true character with just a glance? How cultured and honest she was, and you speak of her in this way? That’s not showing respect for the deceased.
Instead, Park Dongho felt uncomfortable defending a mother he didn’t even know. His heart was torn between finding comfort and feeling uneasy.
But this uneasiness stemmed from not knowing the truth, a sense of anxiety.
Some people said that the rumors were true, while Park Dongho vehemently denied them. So, who should one believe?
With a weary heart, he took off his suit jacket, and Seo Rin followed him inside, accepting it and asking a question.
“What do you think of her?”
“He doesn’t seem to know much about his mother. He just said she was a good person.”
As Taehoon hadn’t yet discussed his mother’s relationship with Seorin, he carefully approached the topic. Some of it was, of course, true.
“She probably did. Since she mostly commuted with your dad, they probably only briefly crossed paths in the morning and evening.”
“That’s right.”
“You must be quite frustrated.”
“A bit.”
“Still no word from the other housekeeper?”
“No. She’s in the United States. I’m trying to locate her, but whether she’ll agree to meet is still uncertain. Some people shy away from even mentioning it because of the not-so-great memories.”
Upon hearing this, Seorin nodded.
Death is a harrowing memory for everyone, regardless of the reason. The story of someone who was once by your side vanishing without a trace.
Furthermore, if it’s not a natural or accidental death but suicide, the pain becomes unimaginable.
For her, too, it’s a memory she wouldn’t want to bring up unless it’s with Taehoon.
So it must be the same for the people who worked together.
“I understand. Your mother was a wonderful person, after all. So it must be a painful memory for others too.”
At that, Taehoon let out a small sigh. The feeling of hitting a solid wall of truth was unexpectedly shocking.
No, perhaps he doesn’t want to believe that truth and is unilaterally avoiding it.
Shouldn’t I have touched on the truth in the first place?
Regret kept creeping in.
But beside him, Seo Rin’s firm voice steadied him.
“Still, I hope you won’t give up. She’s your mother. Your mother.”
“…….”
“The person we loved….”
And he realized.
That uncovering the truth about his mother’s death was not just his problem.
After an intense encounter, Minhyung separated from the woman’s body and picked up his phone.
At that moment, Jiwon’s voice, mixed with playful affection, reached him.
“Um, Oppa… It was amazing. But why have you been contacting me so often lately? What’s going on? You never used to pay attention even when I showed interest.”
“Do we need a reason between us?”
“No, we don’t need one. Don’t feel burdened. I don’t expect anything from you, Oppa.”
Jiwon sat up, took a cigarette from her handbag, casually lit it, and took a deep drag.
Minhyung’s eyes gleamed at the decadent appearance.
Seo Jiwon, a fading star, still possessed more than enough charm to captivate a man. Enough to make any man desire her, at least once.
Of course, he hesitated a bit when comparing her to Baek Seorin. He wondered if the man would really forsake Baek Seorin and be drawn to Seo Jiwon. However, those doubts were now erased. In fact, the initial goal had changed.
The Male lead Always Seduces Her with His Beauty (Matriarchy)
Xin Jiao Zhou is the leader of the world’s premier sect. She has just experienced betrayal from all sides, was poisoned in an assassination attempt, and faced death squad attacks while the poison was taking effect. After finally clearing out the scum from her sect, she was drugged again while trying to detoxify.
After waking up from a night of unconsciousness, she gained a “beautiful and kind-hearted” husband.
Xin Jiao Zhou: “???”
He fell ill.
She came to see him, bringing breakfast.
As she put down the breakfast and was about to leave, his hand slipped while holding the spoon. “Clank!”
She turned around upon hearing the noise.
He looked up at her, his eyebrows drooping: “My hand… has no strength.”
“Shall I… feed you?” she asked tentatively.
He opened his mouth cheerfully: “Ah—”
Thinking she was drowning, he jumped in without hesitation to save her, but nearly drowned himself. In the end, it was she who swam over to rescue him, giving him air underwater.
After emerging from the water, his ear tips turned red. He lightly brushed his cheek, tucking his sideburns behind his ear, revealing delicate, pink-tinged ear tips. He lowered his gaze, too embarrassed to look at her.
Xin Jiao Zhou: He’s truly beautiful, kind-hearted, and adorable.
A certain someone when disciplining subordinates behind the scenes: “If they don’t obey, just kill them.”
What’s that? She might already have someone she cares about in her heart? A certain someone: Find out who it is, kill them, and then there won’t be anyone.
What? She met a man by the riverside? What? That man even hurt her? A certain someone: Whichever hand hurt her, chop off his entire arm.
Love at first sight without realizing it, gradually falling in love, slowly getting closer…
Family and national grudges, schemes and desires, good and evil, crime and punishment, she and he face the future together, seeking justice with passion!
A naturally dark female lead who could accidentally destroy the world but is actually an honest person VS a weak, pitiful, and helpless but skilled fighter, beautiful white-cut black male lead
My heart is not of stone, how steadfast is your love? — Tao Yuanming “Imitating the Ancients (No. 3)”
— Reading Guide —
Cold female lead & dramatic black lotus with hidden yandere traits male lead
