“Hey, isn’t it true that your sister is really not pregnant?”
“Just tell us. Only we’ll know, we’ll never tell. Not even to our families.”
Ju Hyeong, who had just flopped down next to his friends, had a bright expression that had just been stiff until a moment ago.
“She’s not pregnant.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Do you think my sister would hide it from me?”
Ju Hyeong lifted up a glass that was half full of beer.
“Let’s have a drink.”
“You seem to be in a good mood all of a sudden? It seemed like you were shocked after seeing your sister’s news today.”
“Heh, heh, heh. Ju Hyeong is so funny, you said you weren’t in good terms with your sister. It was all a lie.”
Even though Ju Hyeong made a frightening face, his friends turned even that expression into a subject of mockery.
“Don’t you guys ever stop?”
Ju Hyeong shook his friends’ heads, who were sitting on either side of him, with his arm.
At that moment, Seok Jin, who was quietly sipping his alcohol across from Ju Hyeong, nonchalantly spoke.
“But what if she lied to you too?”
At Seok Jin’s words, everyone closed their mouths and watched Ju Hyeong’s reaction.
Ju Hyeong asked as he released his hand that was gripping his friend’s neck.
“Lee Seok Jin, what do you mean by that?”
Contrary to Ju Hyeong’s fierce gaze, Seok Jin smiled playfully.
It seemed like Seok Jin knew that this would make people even angrier.
“No, it’s just that. The evidence is all out there, but you’re saying it’s not.”
“…..”
“I just feel a little sorry for you, being fooled like that.”
Unable to bear it, Ju Hyeong abruptly got up from his seat.
“Hey. My sister has never lied to me even once.”
The friends who were sitting between the two hurriedly tried to calm Ju Hyeong down.
“Hey, hey. Let’s sit down and talk.”
“Yeah, Ju Hyeong. Calm down and sit.”
“Let go of me.”
Ju Hyeong shook off his friends who were holding his hand and left the room.
With the sudden chill in the room, the friends blamed Seok Jin.
“Lee Seok Jin, why do you always provoke Ju Hyeong?”
As if not caring about Ju Hyeong who left the room, Seok Jin tossed the remaining alcohol into his mouth.
“What does it matter to me. Lucky bastard.”
((()))((()))((()))
As the car was parked in the underground parking lot, Su Hee unbuckled her seat belt.
“Thank you for the ride.”
As Su Hee, who had bowed her head briefly, opened the passenger door, Seung Jo, for some reason, also got out.
Seung Jo picked up a white paper bag that he had left in the back seat of the car and approached Su Hee.
“Have this when you get home.”
Even without asking what it was, the logo of the porridge brand was prominently printed on the paper bag.
Su Hee tilted her head, finding it strange that Seung Jo suddenly handed her porridge.
“Why the sudden porridge?”
“Don’t go to bed on an empty stomach, have something to eat when you get home.”
Feeling that his outstretched hand was embarrassing, Su Hee took it for now.
Just like ‘going and fetching’, Seung Jo did not add any unnecessary words.
Leaving Su Hee alone as if she could die any minute, Seung Jo climbed onto the driver’s seat.
Only after Seung Jo’s car left the underground parking lot and turned towards the exit did Su Hee turn around.
With a bewildered expression, Su Hee, who had climbed up to the house, turned on the kitchen light.
Then, she put the porridge that Seung Jo had given her on the island table under the white light and sat down.
The rustling sound of unwrapping the packaged porridge spread quietly in the quiet living room.
Seeing the steam rising from the porridge, she couldn’t just put it in the cold refrigerator as it was.
She scraped the porridge, still holding its warm heat, with the tip of her spoon.
Taking a mouthful, Su Hee slightly nodded her head and scooped a few more spoonsful.
Her mouth moved diligently, but her mind was complicated with thoughts.
“He said he was going somewhere for a moment, it seems he went to buy porridge.”
It seemed like he bought something to eat because he couldn’t have eaten anything due to the morning interview.
He probably chose porridge because it is easy to digest, and it was late for dinner after a day of fasting.
The porridge, which was carelessly thrown to her, was full of consideration.
If she knew he would take care of her to this extent, she would have had dinner with him even if she wasn’t hungry.
“He didn’t eat dinner either.”
Why be nice for no reason and keep bothering her.
If she knew this would make her mind complicated, she should have asked him to be wicked and mean.
Something not so sweet as to bring tears to her eyes.
((()))((()))((()))
Despite the late hour, Seung Jo was in the study, not his bedroom.
Leaning deeply in his chair, he recalled the words Su Hee had said.
“So, I guess I’m getting punished. I can’t read the script.”
It wasn’t that she didn’t come back, she couldn’t because she couldn’t read the script.
That’s why she gave a completely different rating when she asked about Kim Siwoon’s work in Paris.
She knows that the deepening sickness of her mind will not get better overnight.
It took Seung Jo a long time to overcome his claustrophobia, and the symptoms have not completely disappeared yet.
However, she couldn’t delay her return waiting for a complete recovery that might never come.
Su Hee’s pregnancy scandal, which was becoming a fait accompli, could also change the landscape with her return.
Seung Jo, who had been sitting in the dark study for a long time, picked up his mobile phone.
He found the number, pressed the call button, and brought it to his ear, and the other party’s voice came right away.
It was uncertain whether he had just woken up or was about to go to sleep.
However, if he had cared about that, he wouldn’t have looked for his secretary at this time.
“I have something I want the secretary to do right now.”
[What could I do for you at 1 a.m., sir?]
“Send the scripts we sent to Ms. Oh Su Hee, one episode at a time, by email.”
The secretary, who realized it was related to Su Hee, responded with a delighted voice.
[Then did you meet Ms. Oh Su Hee today and have any progressive discussion?] “Is that related to work?”
Seung Jo began to feel annoyed at the persistent questions of the secretary.
‘Even though it’s not working hours, you called. Can I ask something unrelated to work?’
That’s what the secretary wanted to say honestly, but he didn’t have the guts to give up his high salary.
Although his specialty was light talk, he was reliable when it came to work.
Seung Jo, who confirmed the new email from the secretary in the mailbox, took the cell phone away from his ear.
“You did well. See you tomorrow.”
[It’s 1 a.m., so it’s actually today…]
The secretary’s speech was cut off because Seung Jo hung up on him.
Seung Jo, who had downloaded all three scripts, tapped the desk with his forefinger.
The hand that had been rhythmically tapping the desk stopped, and Seung Jo straightened his back on the chair.
…He had thought of a way to bring Su Hee back.
((()))((()))((()))
Yesterday, Su Hee’s pregnancy scandal dominated the entertainment news.
And today, as 9 a.m. came, a new article pushed out the headline of the pregnancy scandal.
[Exclusive] “We fell in love.” … Actress Oh Su Hee is in a relationship.]lu lu lo la ▪️ net (lululola.net)
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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.”
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