“Come into the room.”
Ding. It felt like she had been hit on the head.
How did this man see me that he asked me to come into the room?
Did he see me as the type to obediently agree with ‘Yes, understood’ and meekly go in?
Me? Oh Su Hee, that easily?
Biting hard on her shivering lips from the cold, Su Hee spat out a word.
“How can you say such a thing to me?”
“How do I see Miss Oh Su Hee?”
Seung Jo asked back, as if he didn’t understand the meaning at all.
“You’re trying to drag me into the room using the phone as an excuse.”
Defensiveness came out because this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.
Actors who put a lot of effort into casting, children of chaebol families who had money left over even if they laid it down and slept on it.
Many men judged Su Hee only by her sweet smile on TV.
They must have thought that she would easily share her laughter with them.
“Ha.”
But looking at Su Hee who had her eyes wide open, Seung Jo seemed to smile.
It seemed far from a burst of laughter from joy.
Seung Jo reached out and touched the end of Su Hee’s wet long hair.
“I’m not sure if Miss Oh Su Hee knows, but you look like a drowned rat right now. I meant that you should warm up in the room until your manager comes.”
She completely misunderstood.
She felt like the heat was slowly spreading on her cheeks that had been cold until now.
She wanted to crawl into a mouse hole, but there was no hole big enough for her body.
“If you want, I don’t care if you call outside.”
Seung Jo, who had gone into the room, came out with the fully charged phone.
“I’ll use the phone well.”
Feeling embarrassed, Su Hee quickly borrowed Seung Jo’s phone and dialed a familiar number.
And then she pressed the call button and waited for Chul Yong to answer the phone quickly.
Ddurururu.
The long signal continued, and Su Hee put her phone to her ear as if it were hot.
When the call that was not connected was cut off, Su Hee called again.
When the signal was still full, she felt anxious inside.
What if he doesn’t answer the phone like this.
There was nowhere to go without a phone or wallet.
When the signal abruptly cut off, Su Hee held out her phone to Seung Jo.
“He’s not answering the phone.”
It was Chul Yong, who spent most of the day with his phone due to work.
He could have seen the missed call list later and called.
Of course, it could have been better to borrow money from Seung Jo and find a place to stay rather than waiting for a call that might come at any time.
But she didn’t want to be in debt to an uncomfortable person.
“Could you let me know if a call comes back? I’ll be outside.”
She’s waiting outside at this late hour.
Moreover, wearing wet clothes.
Seung Jo’s gaze drifted downward.
The white blouse clung to the pale skin, slightly revealing the undergarment.
Seung Jo, who raised his fleeting gaze, answered a beat later.
“Let’s do that.”
Seung Jo was bothered but didn’t show it conspicuously.
If he invited her in, Su Hee would undoubtedly raise another question.
Even if it’s an unsolicited favor, it wouldn’t appear purely so to Su Hee.
“Wait a moment.”
Leaving those words behind, Seung Jo went into the hotel room.
Su Hee, who had been waiting outside, leaned against the wall.
“I’ll get a call within an hour.”
Su Hee, looking at her wristwatch, shrugged.
She was shivering, maybe her body temperature was dropping due to the wet clothes.
She was worried if she might catch a cold as she had a shoot tomorrow.
Not long after, the hotel room door opened and Seung Jo approached Su Hee.
Before she could raise her gaze, a white towel fell over Su Hee’s head.
“Dry your hair at least. You’ll surely catch a cold if you stay like this.”
Before Su Hee could wipe her hair with the towel, he wrapped her head with the towel first.
Through the draped towel, Seung Jo’s face flickered in and out of sight.
Despite his expressionless face, his large warm hand was cautiously wiping her wet hair.
Every time Seung Jo’s hand moved, it brushed past Su Hee’s ear and cheek.
Every time his hand touched her skin, her emotions rippled as if they encountered a strong wind.
Su Hee, who had been accepting Seung Jo’s touch without flinching, grabbed Seung Jo’s wrist.
“I, I’ll do it.”
As Seung Jo’s hand pulled away, Su Hee roughly dried her hair.
She couldn’t understand Seung Jo, who was wiping her hair even though they weren’t close.
What was more perplexing was that she didn’t dislike his touch.
Su Hee’s hand, which was rapidly drying her hair, gradually slowed down.
“Boss, do you have a younger sister?”
“No, I don’t.”
“……Ah, I see.”
“Why do you ask?”
As if it was nothing, Su Hee resumed drying her hair.
“We’re not close. So when you were wiping my hair, I thought you might be reminded of a younger sister.”
Oh Su Hee, it’s been 16 years since I first met you.
Your image from then was very vividly imprinted in me.
Younger sister, you might have been such an existence to me.
Therefore, I was reminded of you, unchanged from then, and reached out.
No, I’ve been holding back since the moment I met you again.
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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