It seemed to be because of the situation room. Ah, whatever. What does it matter?

With his throbbing head, Yeonwoo didn’t want to think about anything.

‘Even without me, things will go on just fine.’

Even when he had decided to resign, he probably wasn’t as lethargic as he was now. What’s the point of working hard for a hundred days? It only results in absurd rumors and scars from human relationships.

Ding, the short vibration rang again. Forcefully lifting his heavy eyelids to check, it was a message from Junhwi.

Even with a simple three-letter message, he could picture Junhwi, his forehead slightly furrowed. A smile involuntarily crept onto Yeonwoo’s face.

Distracted, he forgot to contact Junhwi because Ms. Soojin mentioned his illness.

Yeonwoo briefly replied and went back to sleep.

When Yeonwoo opened his eyes again, the sun had already set.

As expected. The world didn’t turn upside down just because he skipped a day of work.

Turning his stiff body, Yeonwoo looked at the darkened window. In the window, reflecting the yellow light of the indirect lamp, Junhwi’s figure was dimly visible.

“Lawyer?”

“Are you up?”
Since when has he been here? He was sitting on the bed, leaning back comfortably, dressed in a casual sleeveless shirt and slacks, flipping through documents.

“You’re working from here?”

Judging by the piles of documents on both sides and the smooth bridge of his nose adorned with glasses, it seemed like he brought some overtime work with him and came over to Yeonwoo’s side.

“You should comfortably do it at home.”

As Yeonwoo, who was trying to get up, mumbled and raised his body, Junhwi’s warm hand covered his forehead.

“Feeling uncomfortable.”

Unable to determine if the fever had gone down with his hand, Junhwi brought his forehead to Yeonwoo’s forehead.

“Since you’re obviously not going to the hospital. I’ll watch over you, and if necessary, I’ll forcefully take you.”

But it seems the fever has gone down. Tapping his forehead lightly, he gently brushed Yeonwoo’s hair.

“If you stay close like this, you might catch a cold.”

“Better catch it from me.”

“How can you say that?”

Yeonwoo’s smiling figure was slowly lifted by him.

“You should eat dinner. Porridge.”

Led by him, the dining table he followed already had neatly arranged utensils and side dishes.

Junhwi seated Yeonwoo and skillfully scooped abalone porridge from the pot onto a plate.

Suddenly, his tall stature caught his attention. With broad shoulders fully occupied, Yeonwoo’s kitchen seemed endlessly narrow.

“Aren’t you eating, Lawyer?”

He quietly nodded in response to the question while holding a spoon.

“I’m enjoying the benefits even though I’m sick.”

“Don’t stay sick forever. If you want, I’ll do this for you every day.”

“If people from LoAnYul find out, they’ll faint. Kwon Junhwi personally cooking for someone.”

No one will believe it, right? Smirking, he let his guard down, allowing another wound from work to resurface.

Yeonwoo closed his mouth flat.

“Are you really okay? Your complexion hasn’t been good lately.”

“Yes. I’m fine.”

“Or maybe Attorney Ahn Nayoon is bothering you?”

“Well, not yet.”

For a moment, there was an uncomfortable gaze from Yeonwoo, who seemed to dismiss it as a joke, but it soon faded. It seemed he didn’t want to grab a sick person and struggle.

Considering his kindness, Yeonwoo earnestly ate the abalone porridge.

“It’s delicious.”

“I made it, so.”

His gaze, light as if it were a matter of course, did not leave Yeonwoo’s flushed cheeks and plump lips.

A quiet summer night. The sound of the living room air conditioner and sporadic conversations filled the silence beyond. Even without a special topic, the conversation flowed smoothly. Yesterday’s social media, business trips, sticky weather, and Shanghai stories. Without consciously avoiding the only topic, excluding yesterday’s incident under the umbrella, they touched on everything at least once.

“Thank you for the meal.”

Having finally emptied the bowl, Yeonwoo, holding the empty bowl, tried to get up. Junhwi stood up first and sent Yeonwoo to the bathroom.

“I’ll clean up, so wash up and change your clothes. Don’t wear wet clothes.”

“Do I… smell?”

“Yeah. A cute smell.”

“Heh.”
Really, Kwon Junhwi, who casually spews peculiar words like that, was the most awkward. The best.

Listening to the sound of water falling in the bathroom, Junhwi stood by the sink. The simple act of cleaning the dishes with a sponge and detergent was a great opportunity to organize his thoughts.

Surely something seemed off with Yeonwoo. The overall atmosphere was somewhat depressed, and it was unclear why she was secretly wiping tears in the rain.

Maybe I should just ask her directly. But it hurts, and waiting for her to speak first seemed like a way to respect her, so he decided not to do that.

Should I ask Kim Seung-ho? Ask if there was something I should know while he was on a business trip.

Ah, why does that guy come to mind? There’s also Attorney Yang. Junhwi shook his head in disgust.

…But if I have to ask someone, that guy seems like he might have the most useful information.

Useless but good at work, with a sense of humor, even more annoying.

Kim Seung-ho’s big, calf-like eyes seemed visible.

Why do women evaluate such animal-like styles as handsome?

Does Kim Yeonwoo think the same? I’ll have to ask later when everything settles.

The clean dishes, washed through Junhwi’s hands, piled up neatly on the drying rack. The sound of a hairdryer was loud in the bathroom.

While quickly finishing the dishwashing, he suddenly felt that the time flowing so quickly was cruel.

Such thoughts were one of the special changes in Kim Yeonwoo. Originally, he would have thought only about wanting to see one more document, whether time passed or not.

Now that the dishwashing is done, he has to leave and go home, leaving Yeonwoo, who needs to rest.

I don’t want to part.

If possible, he wanted to tie her up tightly and keep her somewhere only he knew. Or it would be good to keep her in a place visible all day.

Is it sane to have such thoughts while leaving a sick person behind? A selfish guy.

Even as he scolded himself, he couldn’t stop the rising thoughts.

How can I make that woman look only at me?

…The thought of a man and a woman who don’t want to part living together.

Is it too early for that stage?

Suddenly, he tried to figure out how long he had known and spent time with Yeonwoo.

It’s been almost a year since he was dispatched as her secretary, and they became lovers just last season.

It might be short, but for him, it was enough time to be confident about Yeonwoo.

“…”

He put both hands in his pockets and looked at the small paper bag on the table. It was an earring he had chosen as a gift for Yeonwoo upon returning from a business trip.

Someday, will there be a day when I offer not earrings but an engagement ring? And will she accept it or not.

“Ah, refreshing. After sleeping well, eating delicious food, and washing, I really feel much better!”

Yeonwoo, who came out of the kitchen with a refreshed appearance, dispersed his thoughts.
“What are you doing? Did you really do the dishes?”

Warm flower fragrance emanated from her as she stuck close to my side.

Well, is there any need to rush? We’re perfectly fine just like this.

“I took out the evening medicine. Let’s eat and go to sleep.”

“Huh? What’s this?”

She, who discovered the paper bag, walked to the dining table.

Already round eyes seemed especially gentle, and Junhwi followed behind her, thinking so.