“Soon? When is that? 10, 20 years later? You’ve been in dramas for a while, but none created a buzz. You’re even less known than Yuna, who’s recently doing variety shows.”
Juhee gripped her bag tighter.
“Why keep comparing me to them? I could gain popularity like Yuna with the right opportunity in variety shows.”
“So, did your recent appearance in a variety show with Yun Se Kyung make an impact?”
“…”
“Opportunities are created. If you go on a variety show, make it count. No one invites unentertaining guests.”
CEO An mocked Juhee, scraping at her pride.
“What about starting a YouTube channel? Yuna has one too.”
Yuna and Yun Se Kyung again!
“Why sign me if you prefer them?”
“I don’t want to film anything. I’d rather find more work.”
“Think about what to film. Start with a daily vlog. You need to get known to get more work.”
CEO An replied irritably. Juhee just stared at the table, discontented.
“Consider it. If you decide, there’s a production team. Talk to Team Leader Lee.”
“…”
“Leave.”
Concluding the meeting, CEO An waved her off.
Juhee left his office, fists clenched in frustration.
‘So annoying.’ Her footsteps echoed sharply down the corridor, sharper than before.
주희는 그에게 인사를 하고 사무실을 나갔다.
‘짜증 나.’
그녀는 주먹을 움켜쥐었다.
복도를 걷는 주희의 구두 굽 소리가 아까보다 더 날카로워지고 있었다.
The morning sun streamed in through the parted curtains.
Tossing and turning, Se Kyung bumped into something solid and scrunched her eyes.
“Ugh.”
Her voice vibrated her throat as she rubbed her head and slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw through her half-opened eyes was a muscular, bare chest.
‘Who is undressed like this…….’
Wait, undressed?
Startled awake, Se Kyung’s eyes widened. Blinking a few times, she slowly lifted her head.
“Ah…….”
Jin Tae Jo was asleep, holding her in his arms.
‘No, where did the gown go…….’
Se Kyung sat up and looked around. Tae Jo’s gown, which he had been wearing, was carelessly thrown over the wing chair next to the bed.
He did say he usually sleeps undressed.
Despite her insistence that he should at least wear a gown if they were to sleep together, it seemed he had eventually taken it off, finding it uncomfortable.
‘Well, he’s asleep now.’
Se Kyung lay back on the bed and gazed at Tae Jo.
His sleeping face looked incredibly handsome.
The thick, long eyelashes, the soft curve of his nose, and his lips, which could be annoying at times but were the sweetest in the world.
With a quiet gaze, Se Kyung traced his face. Then, noticing a faint scar on his forehead, her eyes widened.
‘When did he get hurt?’
She gently lifted Tae Jo’s hair with her fingers. The scar was quite severe, extending from his forehead to the top of his head.
How did he get such a wound?
Se Kyung shuddered, recalling the pain he must have felt, even though she hadn’t experienced it herself.
For a long while, she observed Tae Jo’s scar, then turned her gaze towards the window.
‘What time is it?’
Reaching for her phone, Se Kyung stretched her hand towards the nightstand.
9:45 AM.
It was late for a weekend, but time to get up.
Se Kyung removed Tae Jo’s arm from her waist and sat up. Tae Jo usually prepared her meals, so she thought of making a simple breakfast before he woke up.
She stretched her stiff body and was about to get out of bed.
“Ah!”
She fell back as Tae Jo’s arm, which she had moved, tightly wrapped around her waist again.
“Are, are you awake?”
“Yeah.”
Tae Jo’s voice was half-asleep as he pressed his body close to her back. Through the thin fabric, she could feel his healthy body warmth.
“Just let me go for a bit… I was going to prepare breakfast.”
“Just a little longer.”
His lips nuzzled her neck, sending a ticklish sensation down to her toes.
“Mr. Jin.”
As Tae Jo’s hand began to slide upwards, Se Kyung firmly grabbed it.
He lightly bit her neck. Turning slightly, Se Kyung glanced back at him.
“What were you looking at earlier?”
His question made Se Kyung’s gaze fall on his forehead.
“Earlier? Weren’t you asleep?”
“A cat kept wriggling and crawling into my arms. How could I sleep?”
A cat?
Ah, he means me.
“Why didn’t you wake up then?”
“I was curious what you’d do while I was asleep.”
Tae Jo turned her to face him. She struggled to keep her gaze from dropping.
“Why did you take off the gown?”
“It’s not your first time seeing it. You should get used to it.”
Before I get used to it, my heart might burst from beating too hard.
“That’s a scar on your forehead, right?”
Se Kyung gently placed her hand on Tae Jo’s forehead. He felt where her hand touched.
“Ah, this?”
“Yes. How did you get hurt?”
“Well, it’s not a very pleasant story.”
Tae Jo rubbed the injured area, making a troubled face.
“What happened? Did you get into a fight?”
“It was more like getting caught up than fighting. I got injured when I got mixed up among some bad drunks. This scar is from that incident.”
“How could you get hurt so badly just by getting involved?”
“There was someone I knew at that drinking session, and I got this trying to get them out of there.”
Someone he knew? Who could that be…
“See? I didn’t want to tell you because I knew you’d make that face.”
“What’s wrong with my face?”
“It looks like you’re about to cry.”
“…….”
“Don’t worry. Such things won’t happen again.”
Tae Jo playfully tapped Se Kyung’s puffed cheek.
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
