Sang Yoon never once exhibited suspicious or uncomfortable behavior.
There were quite a few times when Sang Yoon used his car to take me from school to Choi Dae Sung’s house on days when we had tutoring.
What bothered me was Lee Hye Jung, who widened her eyes and asked, “How did you come together?”
Or, it was Kwon Jae Ha, who was surprisingly jealous.
“……”
Eun Jo, who was savoring the red flesh of tuna, the Akami, nodded at Sang Yoon’s glance, asking if he could refill her drink.
“This is very subtle, but the sweetness is incredibly smooth. It will slide down your throat.”
“Do you see the gold dust in the glass? They say it contains 99.99% pure gold. They say it brings luck when you drink it haha they probably mean it makes the drink enjoyable, but it’s not bad, right?”
She felt that he was making an effort on behalf of the relatively quiet Eun Jo.
Suddenly, she remembered a personal story he had once casually mentioned with a bitter tone.
“……”
His parents’ relationship was a mess, and his relationship with them was even more chaotic.
It’s not a matter of whether or not you have parents, but the type of parents you encounter that’s important.
Ha Yoon had somehow grown up well by herself, and she was similar to Eun Jo.
Suddenly, she thought of Kwon Jae Ha, who had met such an amazing, incredible father and grandparents.
……As expected, there’s no incoming or outgoing message.
“Let’s have a shot of soju.”
“Sounds good.”
Sang Yoon immediately called the waiter.
The next order was a pot of hot and spicy flounder soup served with an icecold shot of soju, cold enough to give one a headache.
Contrary to her expectation, the alcohol went down smoothly.
Her mood gradually improved.
There was no reason for it not to. As a woman, after such a long time if it was a date, then it was a date.
……A date.
A bitter smile spread across Eun Jo’s face as she kept downing the bitter soju.
At the same time,
Jae Ha, who had finished reviewing the last document, concluded the day and closed his laptop.
Natalie Wiseman had left.
She had already started her long journey, beginning with the Demilitarized Zone (DMZ), then to the Bulguksa Temple in Gyeongju, and finally to Yangdong Village.
She left Jae Ha’s house, emptying almost the entire fridge, leaving a simple note for a morning greeting. No, a farewell greeting.
She probably wouldn’t return.
Jae Ha, with the thought that he wouldn’t see her for a while, picked up his phone.
[Where are you?] [I’m having dinner with a friend.] A friend? Who? [Send a photo now.] Finally, Jae Ha started to act as his usual self.Regardless of who looked down on him, how they perceived him or dared to evaluate him.
Whether he was seen as a crazy stalker obsessed with his livein girlfriend, or a madman, he decided not to care.
Just like before, very much like Kwon Jae Ha.
While reviewing the last document, he received a report that Yoon Eun Jo and Cha Sang Yoon had no relationship at all over the past 6 years.
So, he tried to feel a little at ease.
However, as soon as he received the message from Chief Ma, an instinctive sense of unease overcame him.
“Can’t stand that bastard always jerking me around.”
The moment he muttered, running his hand nervously through his hair,
A photo of Eun Jo and the problematic ‘friend’, Cha Sang Yoon, came in.
Vehicle number [00 Two 1027]
The two of them are currently dining in a private room at the Japanese restaurant ‘Okane Sushi’.
The address of the restaurant shook Jae Ha’s phone in sequence.
His eyes also flickered.
Are these flowers? Ha! He’s trying to impress, seriously.
Jae Ha’s fingers frantically tapped the intercom button.
“Get a car ready at the front gate. Now.”
Jae Ha drove like a madman.
The expensive imported sedan, with its hazard lights flashing, switched lanes back and forth as if performing a stunt.
It was a little late, but he was extremely curious to see how that bastard’s complexion would change.
Where to start, where to end to reach the peak of fun.
Anger and anticipation mixed, the boiling blood wrapping his whole body, spurring excitement.
Eun Jo, who had been drinking, thought a staff member had entered.
Until she recognized his scent, spreading simultaneously with his deep voice saying, “Hello.”
“What?”
At the appearance of the strange man, Sang Yoon’s voice sharpened, and Eun Jo shot up from her seat.
“I heard my runaway cat is here.”
Eun Jo sent a puzzled look at Jae Ha, who nonchalantly found a seat and sat down.
“Weren’t you busy? Go out, go out and talk.”
“Even if I’m busy, I need to eat. If the person supposed to cook for me acts so arbitrarily, well.”
Jae Ha, who motioned to sit down with a low click of his tongue, grabbed Eun Jo’s wrist and pulled her back into her seat.
“Isn’t this… too rude?”
“Are you telling me? Have you forgotten whose time you’re wasting frivolously?”
“What is all this, Eun Jo?”
“This is all something only we understand, Mr. Cha Sang Yoon. Would you like to know too? Then you’ll also be paying for my meal today.”
Jae Ha moved Eun Jo’s soju glass in front of him and filled it.
“Wait, I remember you.”
“That memory of yours is quite fast and impressive.”
“Alexis! Blackstone Partners!”
“Much better in person than in photos, right? Besides, I haven’t changed much since 8 years ago.”
“Ah, right, our school!”
“I attended briefly. What I learned was very valuable, though.”
Jae Ha grabbed Eun Jo’s wrist as she tried to rise from her seat.
“Sit down, I’ve just started.”
As the flustered Sang Yoon watched Eun Jo’s reaction, Jae Ha spoke with a voice as languid as if he was doing a favor.
Are they going to date or something A smirk twisted his lips.
“Let’s date. Because you’ll be doing everything else with me.”
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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
