A cheap plastic drawer. A bed too small for Kyung Joon to lie down on. And Jo Seo Ha, lying on the floor with a stuffed animal.

“…I ended up sleeping here after all.”

Whether it was because he slept deeply without any worries for once, or because of Jo Seo Ha’s care, fortunately, his fever had subsided.

Kyung Joon placed the pillow he was using under Seo Ha’s head and covered her with the blanket. Now, the bed was not only small but also without a blanket.

Still, it felt somewhat comfortable. With a strange sense of satisfaction, Kyung Joon lay down again and soon fell into a deep sleep.

And, a few hours later.

“Uhm…”

Seo Ha squinted her eyes in the sunlight shining through the window and buried her face in the pillow.

Wait a minute. Sunlight?

Seo Ha, who felt chills down her spine, quickly got up. Incredibly, the patient Kyung Joon was on the bed without a blanket, while she was lying on the floor, wellcovered by the blanket that Kyung Joon had been using.

“I’m late!”

The youngest designer, who had to arrive earlier than anyone else to prepare for the evaluation meeting, had overslept. It was an unthinkable and unacceptable situation. Seo Ha, in a state of panic, rushed into the bathroom and brushed her teeth and washed her face at a crazy speed.

Kyung Joon, who had been sound asleep, opened his eyes at the noise and was momentarily blank before springing up abruptly.

“Damn, the evaluation meeting today!”

“Secretary Ryu, you can rest!”

Seo Ha shouted while hastily applying her skin care.

“What do you mean I can rest? Where are my clothes?”

Although he hadn’t changed, it was fine. Kyung Joon quickly took off his boxy Tshirt and put on his shirt, hurriedly buttoning it up.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“What would you do if I’m not?”

“I’m not okay, but let’s hurry up. I need to get dressed.”

“Right. Clothes.”

Kyung Joon picked up a shopping bag rolling on the floor and threw it to Seo Ha.

“Put this on and come out.”

“What’s this?”

“Company welfare.”

“Did you buy it with the corporate card?”

“No way.”

“It’s not company welfare if you bought it with a personal card; it’s a gift. Anyway, I’ll wear it well. Thank you!”

Seo Ha shook the shopping bag and pushed Kyung Joon out the door.

Inside the bag were a chic suit set and matching shoes. When the clothes that would have suited the old Yoon Seo Ha perfectly were put on Jo Seo Ha, it felt awkward, like a middle schooler wearing her mother’s stolen clothes.

However, there was no time to fuss over her style. Seo Ha tightly pulled her curly hair into a single ponytail and put a strikingly red lipstick, almost outdated, into her pocket.

“Miss Jo Seo Ha, the caretaker has arrived!”

“I’m leaving now!”

Thankfully, the caretaker arrived just in time. Seo Ha dashed out like a bullet, barely greeting the caretaker without even seeing her face. Behind her, Kyung Joon’s jacket and necktie fluttered in his hand.

“If you’re feeling better, can you give me a ride, Secretary Ryu?”

“I intended to, but now that you’ve said it like that, I don’t want to.”

“Your personality is so weird!”

The two bickering people rolled down the stairs and stopped as if they had made a promise. Jae Wook, who should have been out doing his morning business, was lifting dumbbells in the middle of the yard today.

“Why is Secretary Ryu coming down from the rooftop at this time?”

The constant displeasure that had always been on Jae Wook’s face was gone. His blank expression was even more awkward.

“Sorry, landlord. I don’t have time for a long conversation right now. I’ll go to work!”

Seo Ha hastily grabbed Kyung Joon’s arm and dragged him out of the gate. It would be a misunderstanding for Jae Wook, who had a crush on Jo Seo Ha, but not being late was more important at the moment.

“Brother, I need to go to the shop and then to the event venue. You’ll give me a ride, right?”

Ji Soo shook the unsuspecting sleeping Lee Seung Oh to wake him up. It took a few more shakes before Lee Seung Oh finally opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

“I’m exhausted today. Just drive yourself.”

“I, I can’t drive well. Or at least call someone who can drive.”

“You should have told me yesterday. How am I supposed to free up someone’s schedule for today?”

Lee Seung Oh sighed deeply and gestured from the bed. Ji Soo approached as he beckoned and slipped under the blanket.

“My princess, I know you’ve been through a lot. You couldn’t even go to the company and prepared in your personal studio.”

“That’s right. I, I was so exhausted.”

Ji Soo rubbed her forehead against his broad chest, acting playfully. The hand stroking her head was as tender as ever, and her heart was at ease. If she had seen what kind of expression Lee Seung Oh was making, she wouldn’t have been able to do that.

“I have company matters too. You understand, right? My love, you’re not a narrowminded woman like Yoon Seo Ha, who only cares about her own business. That’s why I love you.”

That whisper simultaneously touched upon the inferiority Ji Soo had hidden deep inside her towards Yoon Seo Ha and the fear of possibly being abandoned. Ji Soo, who had been still, soon got out of bed and left a deep kiss on Lee Seung Oh.

“I was just being playful because I was anxious. I have to go to the shop first, so I’ll see you at the event venue.”

It was an important event where all the executives would be present. As always, Ji Soo had no doubt that she would be the protagonist of this event.

If the designs she submitted this time were almost all adopted, Jo Seo Ha would be fired and her suspension lifted. That way, she could work on the adopted designs and release them according to schedule.

With an excited heart, Ji Soo changed her clothes, finished her makeup at the shop, and went to the event venue. Even a good parking spot was available in the underground parking lot; everything was perfect.

On this perfect day, an expensive sedan was parked in an empty spot across from her.

As Ji Soo turned off the engine and fixed her makeup, a man got out of the driver’s seat. Recognizing the man through the rearview mirror, Ji Soo’s expression twisted.

“What? Why is Ryu Kyung Joon already here?”

Kyung Joon went to the passenger side, tapped on the window, exchanged a few words with the person inside, and opened the car door. The woman who got out of the car made Ji Soo’s expression even more distorted than before.

“Why is that crazy btch getting out of there?”

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