Haeyeon’s face flushed. Doha kissed her forehead as the light changed and gently pressed the accelerator. Haeyeon’s left hand was again caught in Doha’s right.
“Oh? Doha, let’s take a picture.”
Upon arriving at the theater, they saw a photo zone symbolizing the play at the entrance. Despite a slight crowd, isn’t the charm of photos like this in the moment?
Considering Doha’s usual role as a company CEO, how often would he have taken such photos?
With a slight teasing intention and mostly a desire to create memories, Haeyeon wondered if Doha knew her thoughts. Despite potentially feeling shy, Doha readily agreed. They handed their phone to a passerby and posed affectionately for the photo.
After taking the photo and enjoying their time, the couple entered the modest theater. Although they sat in the back row, they were in the center, allowing a direct view of the play.
The play, as expected, was about romance. It naturally unfolded scenarios that anyone who has been in love could relate to, especially depicting the different dreams of men and women, garnering empathy from the audience. Haeyeon too became emotionally invested in the play.
After the show, while waiting for their food at a fancy restaurant on an observatory, they shared their thoughts about the play. The conversation, along with the steak and red wine, intensified the atmosphere. The slight buzz from the alcohol, the stimulating conversation, and the delicious food made Haeyeon feel perfect. She softly broached a topic with Doha.
“Doha, there’s something I want to do.”
“Something you want?”
Doha looked surprised, his eyes widening as he looked at Haeyeon. Since she usually didn’t express her desires, his reaction was understandable. Doha, initially flustered, quickly became excited, curious about her wishes.
“What is it that my wife wants to do?”
Haeyeon thought Doha and Ju-ah must have shared information about her, considering she had lost her memory. So, she anticipated that Doha was already aware of what she was about to say.
“There’s no point in Ju-ah not telling Doha if she suddenly wants to work.”
Haeyeon sipped her wine, taking her time, while Doha patiently waited without rushing her.
“I want to work.”
“Work?”
“Yes. It feels like a waste to stay at home all the time. I want to develop myself and try new things. Is it too sudden?”
“No, it’s just unexpected.”
In Doha’s voice, there seemed to be no hidden meaning as he spoke. Despite the potential for initial surprise, he responded positively.
“It’s good for me if you work. I was worried about you staying home alone all the time. Though it would have been better if it was more about playing than working, but that’s not like you.”
Doha playfully joked, then added with a gentle smile.
“But if you’re going to work, ask Ju-ah to help you pick a good company. I can concede that much.”
Anticipating Haeyeon’s decision not to ask for his help in finding a job, Doha took the initiative. Haeyeon, not planning to be stubborn to that extent, agreed.
In the current situation, rejecting both Doha and Ju-ah could make it difficult for her to start working easily. Even if she did start, they could secretly assign someone to keep an eye on her. It was better to choose Ju-ah as the person to monitor her.
“Alright. I’ll talk to Ju-ah next time I see her.”
“Thanks. Is that everything you wanted to talk about?”
Doha’s eyes curved more than before, seeming satisfied with Haeyeon’s answer.
Haeyeon had a question in mind but ultimately didn’t voice it, changing the subject instead.
“Yes, that’s all.”
“Alright, then let’s eat more.”
Doha kindly suggested, bringing the plate closer to her. Haeyeon chewed over the words she hadn’t said.
‘Was it you who deleted the article?’
She had wanted to ask this question since the day she found the deleted article, but ultimately, she knew the truth would unravel in time. Haeyeon enjoyed their date, accepting the food Doha had cut for her.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
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.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
