Sung-han extended his hand. Not realizing who he was until now, Juhwan silently stared at the hand extended for a handshake.
“I’m in charge of Mr. Oh Juhwan, the inspector.”
“…!”
Only then did Juhwan realize Sung-han’s identity. His face, which had no trace of color, froze white.
He had no idea that he was a prosecutor and had been making a fuss about being healthy. With an ashen expression, Juhwan swallowed dry spit.
“I heard you were in pain, so I was trying to be considerate and take it slow. But now that I see, Mr. Oh Juhwan, you seem to be quite a bad person. You lied that your back was so injured that you couldn’t move while you’re perfectly fine. We’ll apply for an arrest warrant as soon as we return to the office.”
“M-Mr. Inspector!”
“Which kind inspector tells in advance that they’ll apply for an arrest warrant? Kind inspectors like that don’t exist in the world.”
Muttering to himself, Sung-han turned and walked away.
Sweat trickled down Juhwan’s back as he stood alone in front of the hospital. He had shaken off the inspector without knowing he was the one in charge. On top of that, he had casually mentioned that he had difficulty moving due to a back injury but now claimed to be perfectly fine.
“What should I do?”
Flustered, Juhwan covered his forehead with his hands.
“…I don’t have time for this.”
He fumbled through the patient gown pocket and took out his phone. He found Detective Jukyung’s number and pressed the call button.
— The number you have dialed is currently not in service at the customer’s request.
Hearing the announcement, Juhwan’s forehead froze in an instant. Until yesterday, it was a number that connected without any issues.
In a moment of ominous thought, Juhwan hurriedly ran up to the hospital room.
He called a nurse, insisting that the IV needle be removed. When the nurse hesitated, he tore off the IV line himself, causing blood to splatter. Although Juhwan was surprised at the blood, he had no time to worry about such things now.
Seeing Juhwan hastily changing his clothes, the nurse widened her eyes in surprise.
“What are you doing right now?”
“I have to go out!”
“Um, it’s not okay for a patient to do as they please like this.”
“Why are you stopping me when I say I’m leaving?”
Juhwan gave the annoying nurse a disdainful look and closed the curtain.
“Out! I need to change my pants.”
As Juhwan tried to pull down his patient pants, the nurse went out, saying she would call the doctor. Juhwan, in a hurry, tore off the pants and put on new ones. Then he left the hospital room.
As he took the elevator, he saw the doctor and nurse rushing towards him. However, he continuously pressed the door close button with his finger.
Taking a taxi and heading home, Juhwan stood in front of the door and pressed the passcode. Even though it was the correct number, the door didn’t open.
“When did you change the passcode?”
Juhwan, wiping the sweat on his forehead, pressed another number. However, the door remained stubbornly closed. Trying to enter the code again, the door suddenly opened.
A rugged-looking man extended his head as Juhwan stood up straight.
Juhwan was dumbfounded, wondering if Jukyung had let the man into his house. Staring at him with a puzzled look, Juhwan asked.
“Who are you?”
“And who the hell are you?”
The man, who looked much younger than Juhwan, spoke informally. Smirking, Juhwan responded with a single word.
“The owner of this house.”
“What nonsense is this?”
“I’m the owner here.”
“The crazy guy who kept coming and saying he would sell the house actually turned out to be real.”
The man shook his head and walked out of the house. As he rolled up his sleeves, a colorful tattoo adorned his forearm. Seeing this, Juhwan took a step back.
As the man tilted his head mockingly, Juhwan spoke with a wry smile.
“Mr. Inspector.”
“Ahjussi, I moved in here a week ago.”
“W-What… What are you saying?”
“I moved. The ahjumma who used to live here said, ‘If you keep bothering me like a crazy person, just take it from me,’ and quickly handed it over to me.”
“Ha….”
Juhwan collapsed on the spot.
Everything before him turned black.
He took out his phone and called Jukyung, but the same message as before played.
Jukyung forcibly pushed him into the hospital and, in the meantime, sold the house. Advising him to save money on lawyer fees was to reduce the money he would give him.
Only now did Juhwan realize that the trusted Jukyung had betrayed him.
Eunsoo and Hyukju, back in Seoul, chose an apartment where external access was strictly controlled.
At the same time, Hyukju worked on renovating a detached house he had identified since he was in Jeju. Of course, he kept it a secret from Eunsoo.
Once the construction was completed, he planned to surprise Eunsoo with it.
“The desserts here are still delicious.”
Eunsoo, eating a tart with plenty of blueberries, smiled happily. Watching her, Hyukju raised his hand to call a staff member.
When the employee approached, Hyukju pointed to the blueberry tart Eunsoo was eating and said, “I heard we get desserts from the deli on the first floor. Is that correct?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“I’d like to have this packed additionally. Is that possible?”
“Of course. We’ll prepare it for you to take with you when you leave.”
“Thank you.”
“Thank you for enjoying our dessert.”
After the staff member left, Eunsoo quietly said, “There’s no need to pack it.”
“You eat so well; there’s no reason not to.”
“You’re really unstoppable.”
Hyukju shrugged at Eunsoo’s words. He wanted her to enjoy the food she liked to the fullest.
Just like now.
“Hyukju, don’t you have a call?”
“Right.”
It was a call from the legal team leader. Hyukju squinted his eyes slightly, thinking that it wouldn’t be a cheerful conversation. Eunsoo, seeing his expression, spoke first.
“Answer the call when you come back.”
“Just a moment.”
Taking the call, Hyukju left the table.
Alone at the table, Eunsoo put down her fork and looked out the window. The various colored lights looked like bulbs hanging on a Christmas tree.
While she was enjoying the night view for a while, she heard footsteps approaching near the table.
Eunsoo turned her head in the direction of the sound.
“Long time no see.”
Eunsoo silently stared at Youngran’s face as she greeted 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
