However, even after a month, no news of the divorce came, and instead, unbelievable news reached her ears that Jae Oh had visited Chae Yoon’s house with Ji Pil.
Her barely held composure wavered.
Although she was uncertain whether visiting Chae Yoon’s house was Ji Pil’s idea or Jae Oh’s intention, she couldn’t stand idly by anymore.
The image of Jae Oh she had recently encountered at a restaurant still fresh in her mind, she called her father, Sang Heon, for help.
“Dad, I’m on my way up.”
There was palpable urgency in her steps towards the chairman’s office.
[Star Icon]Knock Knock.
Entering Jae Oh’s office after knocking, Woo Jong approached Jae Oh and placed a tablet in front of him.
“I’ve brought the information you requested.”
Jae Oh examined the tablet that Woo Jong had brought.
Observing Jae Oh perusing the data he brought, Woo Jong keenly watched his expression.
He had done the task, but he had no idea why.
Until now, he had a general idea of where Jae Oh would need the data he requested, so out of growing curiosity, Woo Jong asked.
“Vice President, what do you need this list for?”
Jae Oh, who had been lightly touching the tablet screen, spoke.
“For schedule adjustments.”
The given answer wasn’t satisfying enough to quench Woo Jong’s curiosity.
‘I see.’
Woo Jong responded with a look that said he expected as much.
“The lunch schedule that was set for today has been fixed for next Wednesday.”
Jae Oh gave a slight nod.
Setting down the tablet he was holding, he commanded, “Send this to Secretary Yoon.”
Secretary Yoon was Ji Pil’s direct assistant.
Woo Jong wanted to ask why this should be sent to Secretary Yoon, but it was clear that Jae Oh currently had no intention of explaining the purpose of the task.
“Yes, understood.”
Deciding against asking further questions, Woo Jong exited Jae Oh’s office.
Upon hearing Woo Jong leave, Jae Oh now took his phone into his hand, intending to call Chae Yoon.
His finger, which was about to press the call button without hesitation, suddenly stopped.
The words ‘message’ and ‘call’ under Chae Yoon’s name weighed heavily on his eyes.
‘Should I call her or send a text?’
It was just past 9 in the morning.
Given it was just after arriving at work, there was a high likelihood she wouldn’t pick up the phone.
He should probably send a message, but…
‘Ah, I want to hear her voice.’
His desire to hear Chae Yoon’s voice, even if just for a moment, made him reconsider the call.
Yesterday, Jae Oh, with the divorce papers in hand, had visited Chae Yoon, intending to spend some time at her house under the pretense of having a meal.
However, seeing Chae Yoon avoiding his gaze and being visibly uncomfortable in his presence, he felt it was best to leave.
She was always so accommodating to his stubbornness.
Thinking that pushing her further might make things even harder for her, Jae Oh had promptly left her place after just having some water and a drink she had offered.
Since then, they hadn’t communicated at all.
His temper would have had him calling her multiple times by now. He wanted to, his fingers itching to dial, but the image of Chae Yoon shaking her head at him held him back.
[I’m sorry. I can’t do that.]He wasn’t afraid of Chae Yoon’s rejection.
What troubled Jae Oh was Chae Yoon’s accommodating nature, where it seemed she would be okay with anything he did.
I know nothing about what you like or dislike.
But the mere thought of approaching as I wished and possibly getting hurt again, worrying how she might refuse my advances and shake her head, made Jae Oh feel overwhelmed, and he had to suppress that unease.
“Alright, hold on. Bear with it.”
Trying to calm himself, he moved his long thumb to send a message.
「Busy?」
The response wasn’t immediate.
While waiting for Chae Yoon’s reply, Jae Oh, having finished one task and on his way to an executive meeting, stared intently at his silent phone.
Then, the screen lit up.
Seeing Chae Yoon’s name, Jae Oh’s eyes widened with delight.
「Yes. A bit busy. Why?」
Jae Oh quickly replied.
「Got lunch plans?」
「No, I don’t.」
「Then let’s have lunch together.」
He expected an immediate response, but Chae Yoon remained silent.
His brow furrowed slightly, feeling frustrated when the conversation ceased at such a crucial point.
His dark eyes displayed a mix of anxiety and impatience. As if reflecting his inner turmoil, his mouth felt dry, making him swallow repeatedly.
Had he ever been so desperate for someone’s reply?
He recalled feeling a similar anxiety when he first asked Chae Yoon out for dinner, but it was nothing compared to now.
Feeling an overwhelming sense of frustration beyond his expectations, Jae Oh let out a sigh.
‘Ah, this is maddening.’
Just as he thought of calling her, words Chae Yoon had said to him came to mind.
[You’re bothered by that after two months?] [That’s ridiculous.]His already furrowed brow deepened.
Chae Yoon had endured this feeling for three years. And here he was, getting impatient over just a brief lapse in conversation.
Thinking this must be what they call poetic justice, Jae Oh pulled back his hand that was about to contact Chae Yoon.
He had no right to ask her if she was too busy.
All he could do was wait for Chae Yoon’s response. So, he did nothing but stare at his phone.
After a while, the screen of Jae Oh’s phone brightened again.
“It’s here……!”
Upon seeing Chae Yoon’s name, Jae Oh unknowingly let out a sound and abruptly stood up from his seat.
All eyes in the conference room focused on Jae Oh.
Lost in the fact that Chae Yoon had contacted him, Jae Oh was oblivious to the attention he was receiving.
He quickly checked the message.
「Understood.」
Seeing the consenting reply, a smile spread across Jae Oh’s lips.
A silence enveloped the conference room as everyone observed his radiant smile that seemed endless.
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
