Fortunately or unfortunately, he, with his brow furrowed, seemed to be lost in other thoughts. There was no conversation throughout the car ride.
The widened eyes of Kim Nam Hee were directed at her husband, Choi Byung Hyun, who was driving.
“Blackstone Partners? Ah, instead of Hampton.”
“Yes. He looked better in person. I was hesitant at first.”
“Goodness, he was so young. Of course, age and skill aren’t related. But he really was a sight to behold. I’m envious.”
“Do you want to date? Weren’t you with me?”
“Ah, you’re ridiculous. I’m talking about Seon Woo. What do you think? In my opinion, he’s probably with someone.”
“If he is, that’s a celebration.”
“It feels like just yesterday when Seon Woo held your glasses as a child. But if our Seon Woo were to have a child.”
“I’d cry. Mrs. Kim Nam Hee.”
Upon seeing his wife rolling her eyes, Choi Byung Hyun gave a warm and pleasant laugh.
It was the laugh his son, Choi Seon Woo, had inherited.
“Ah! There, you can drop me off behind that white car.”
Eun Jo, who finally released her breath, spoke in a deliberately bright voice.
Jae Ha’s black sedan elegantly stopped at the spot she wanted.
Eun Jo, who had unbuckled her seatbelt, moistened her dry lips with her tongue. She also managed a small, barely visible smile.
“You know. I really appreciate it. No matter how close of friends we are, such a large…”
“Who.”
“Huh?”
“Were we friends?”
Jae Ha, who was intently looking straight ahead, seemed to be asking himself a question.
“No…… Okay, then thinking about old times…”
“We were never friends. And we won’t be anything like friends in the future.”
“…….”
“Nothing. We are nothing.”
The gaze that finally returned to Eun Jo was dry, like a fallen leaf.
It was an indifferent look, as if gazing at a pebble rolling along an insignificant path.
“Well, that’s fine. Feel free to think however you want. Um… so what I want to say is. No, what I’m asking for is some time.”
Jae Ha chuckled.
“Do you even know how much I make per hour? My every minute, every second is different from others.”
Nothing inferior to others. Eun Jo nodded emphatically.
“I know. I know all too well. That’s why I’m asking.”
She felt foolish, her hiccups threatening to return as she looked at his large hand resting leisurely on the steering wheel.
“A favor… Alright.”
“Alright? You mean you can give me time?”
“No.”
“…Then, what.”
“I’ll employ you.”
“…What?”
I’ll hire you. Jae Ha, looking at Eun Jo’s eyes growing increasingly wide in shock, seemed to find it amusing.
“I sometimes change my shirts two or three times a day.”
Anything even slightly unpleasant was repugnant to him. The man’s upper body leaned towards Eun Jo. His eyes were serious.
“…….”
“But I haven’t found a person I like for that yet. You’re lucky.”
“Do, do you mean like doing laundry?”
“Something like a house helper. Household chores. Odd jobs.”
Ah, odd jobs. He was implying he’d employ Eun Jo, a graduate from a prestigious university with a professional job, for menial work.
Any job at all. Not being picky, just dealing with whatever comes… The overlapping laughter of Da On and Min Ah who were fussing about resonated.
Ah, they must be waiting for me at home right now. Eun Jo glanced in the direction of her apartment for a moment.
Naturally, I…
“I can do it. I’ll do it.”
“Well. You did say ‘anything’ from your own mouth.”
“……Yes, that’s right. But it’s purely to help you until you find someone you like.”
“Help me? You? And purely so at that.”
Purely so. He had a face that was barely holding back a laughter that seemed about to burst any moment.
Eun Jo’s voice trembled slightly.
“Right, my every minute, every second is not that remarkable. It must be different from yours. But I can’t repay a debt of 600 million as a laborer, and I don’t intend to. I will repay money with money.”
“I heard you loud and clear.”
“…What?”
“Go ahead.”
I’ll contact you separately. His voice, which had already taken on the role of an employer, was quite cold.
The situation was awkward, but it was certain that she had neither the nerve to shout ‘No!’, nor the money to do so.
“…Anyway, thank you.”
Eun Jo, expressing her gratitude in a fragile voice that seemed about to break at any moment, quietly got out of the car.
Tsk As if someone would devour her immediately.
Jae Ha, who had clicked his tongue, watched her retreating figure from a distance. Her shoulders were slumped, showing a pitiful sight.
Was she suggesting him to trample on her life which was already lost? Her reaction was unsatisfactory.
Boring. If it had been 21yearold Eun Jo, she would have displayed her claws, no matter how insignificant they might be.
“…….”
It must be because of the child.
He knew she had taken a leave from her company due to her sibling’s issue. He had also heard that she was uselessly hanging around the hospital.
So, he had come here impulsively, curious about where Eun Jo lived, and just watched.
So a few days ago, Jae Ha had been observing a kindergarten vehicle that had stopped at this very spot from a distance.
[Mom!]The kid who got out of the yellow car shouted loudly, then rushed into the open arms of Eun Jo.
[Sunshine, my sunshine! Shall I give you a kiss, do you want to give me a kiss?]The sight of her kissing and rubbing cheeks with the child, who was incessantly chirping in a high voice like a sparrow, was quite a shock in itself.
It was because there was no memory of her smiling so happily.
It was something Kwon Jae Ha had never seen before.
A different color of satisfaction and joy.
No matter what she did. It was a radiant light that seemed like it would never fade.
Due to a sudden surge of anxiety, his stomach twisted.
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
