I almost blurted out that I missed you.

As I gradually returned to reality, I began to fear my own emotions.

To think that I embraced the director… I made a mistake out of sheer joy.

Bo Mi felt shy about the dark eyes full of herself and turned her gaze away. The numbers on the large digital clock on the wall came into view.

Oh no!

“Ah! This is bad. The presentation!”

This was no time to be like this.

Bo Mi twisted her body and pulled away from Jae Kyung.

“Director. I’m sorry. I need to go quickly now.”

“You said there were morning and afternoon presentations, right?”

“Yes… I need to hurry to make it to the morning presentation.”

The seemingly fragile Han Bo Mi from just moments ago had already disappeared.

“Director. I’m sorry, but can I borrow your phone?”

Jae Kyung regretted the warmth leaving him, but business was business.

“Who are you calling?”

“Ah. CEO Ha Su Young.”

When he handed over the phone, Bo Mi dialed Su Young’s number without hesitation.

I heard she and CEO Ha Su Young were old friends, but she even memorized his number.

Jae Kyung suddenly wondered if Bo Mi had memorized his number.

“Bo Mi.”

“Just a moment.”

Bo Mi put a finger to her lips as she answered the call.

“Sorry, Su Young. I had an issue come up and I’ll be a bit late. By any chance, is there a laptop with the Narae Tory sticker at the exhibition hall? Not the rental one, but the one we left at the data room for data security. Mm-hmm. Uh… Yeah. It’s there? Okay. Yeah. I’ll come right away. Thanks.”

Bo Mi hung up and was about to hand the phone back to Jae Kyung when she noticed something.

“Ah… The makeup.”

She rubbed the screen on her blouse.

“I’m sorry. I don’t have a handkerchief right now.”

“It’s fine. More importantly, Bo Mi.”

“Ah… Thank you for coming. I’m in a hurry, so I’ll go ahead.”

Bo Mi felt awkward as she recalled shamelessly embracing Jae Kyung just moments ago.

She headed towards the open door as if fleeing.

“Bo Mi.”

“I’ll repay you later. I’ll definitely return the favor.”

Bo Mi started running down the corridor in front of the data room, ignoring Jae Kyung.

Jae Kyung was worried about her.

I know time is tight, but what if she falls?

Am I going to eat her or something?

Jae Kyung felt hurt by Bo Mi’s sudden change in attitude as he watched her fleeing figure.

Bo Mi took out the key Ga Young had given her and got into the car. If she left now, she might not be late for the presentation time.

‘Who do you think I am?’

It was painful because she understood the intention behind Jae Kyung’s question.

This time, it wasn’t a mistaken identity with Won. Won. I’m sorry.

I don’t know what to do with my own heart either. I keep thinking about that man more and more.

Bo Mi sighed and started the engine, but the car began making strange noises.

Kigigi. Kigigi.

Bo Mi’s hands grew cold and cold sweat broke out.

No way? This can’t be happening?

Is it broken? Maybe the battery died from not being used for a long time.

Did no one check when loading the trunk yesterday?

Yeon Ga Young… This is too much.

It wasn’t the first or second time she had suffered Ga Young’s harassment, but being treated like this every time made her angry.

Perhaps because she had grown accustomed to being cautious while living as a dependent in Ga Young’s house during childhood, she still couldn’t respond strongly to Ga Young.

“Haa…”

Kigigi.

She tried to start the engine again, but the car only made strange noises without budging.

It’s over.

Bo Mi hit her head against the steering wheel and wallowed in despair. Today seemed to be unlucky in many ways.

“I need to find another way.”

Bo Mi got out of the car and opened the trunk. There was quite a bit of luggage left.

“Ugh… It’s heavy.”

She staggered and tried to keep her balance under the weight of the luggage.

“Shall I help you?”

Jae Kyung, who had appeared out of nowhere, reached for Bo Mi’s luggage.

“It looks heavy.”

“Director.”

Bo Mi realized it would be too much to move this luggage alone. With no money or phone, it wasn’t easy to take a taxi either. Even though you ran away, you end up relying on him again.

Bo Mi’s emotions became tangled.

“Will you help me?”

“Gladly.”

Jae Kyung’s hand brushed over Bo Mi’s as he reached for the luggage box.

“Is that on purpose?”

“What is?”

“You keep… like this…”

Bo Mi’s cheeks turned pink like blotting paper.

“Touching, brushing, grazing…”

“Do I make your heart flutter?”

Jae Kyung leaned in close to Bo Mi as he took the luggage, bowing his head. His breath touched and left Bo Mi’s ear. Even Bo Mi’s earlobes turned red.

“It’s not like that.”

Bo Mi evaded, afraid of revealing the heat enveloping her body.

“I was very rude earlier. I was too…”

Jae Kyung’s brow furrowed at Bo Mi’s words. Bo Mi hesitated as if gauging his reaction.

“Did Han Bo Mi live abroad?”

“Pardon?”

“Why is your response to whether I make your heart flutter like that?”

Jae Kyung looked down at Bo Mi as if dumbfounded.

“I thought you were angry…”

“Why would I be angry?”

“You kept not talking to me, not really responding to my greetings… Hup.”

Bo Mi covered her mouth and turned away. No. Am I becoming like Yeo Reum?

Even Yeo Reum wouldn’t say things like this.

She felt like she was throwing a tantrum that even a 6-year-old wouldn’t to Jae Kyung.

“This… came out wrong.”

“So I wasn’t the only one feeling disappointed.”

Deep dimples formed on Jae Kyung’s cheeks.

“… Yes. I guess I felt hurt. Even though I was the one who drew the line with Jae Kyung… I was shamelessly hurt.”

“I…”

Just as Jae Kyung was about to answer.

“Director!”

Secretary Kim was calling for Jae Kyung in a voice that echoed through the parking lot.

“Oh my, this is so heavy!”

It was surprising even to Secretary Kim to see Jae Kyung carrying something heavier than a pen. As far as he knew, Do Jae Kyung was not the type of person to show such interest and kindness to others.

Narae Creative must really do great work.

While Director Han Bo Mi’s beauty was well-known in the company, she even has a child, and her partner is CEO Ha Su Young, surely the director wouldn’t try to get involved?

What’s lacking in our director?

“Director, I’ll load the luggage. I’ll drive you in the car.”

Secretary Kim bowed as he took the luggage.

“Secretary Kim. I’ll drive there myself, so follow behind.”

“What about the schedule after this?”

Secretary Kim urged the next schedule while gauging Jae Kyung’s mood.

“Take care of it.”

“Ah… Yes. Yes, sir.”

Jae Kyung put Bo Mi in a black sedan he didn’t usually drive and took the wheel.

The two people in the car were silent for a while. Even though they tried not to be conscious of each other, their presence felt awkwardly noticeable.

“Um… Director.”

The car carrying the two was already driving through downtown Seoul.

“You’re not calling me by name anymore.”

“… This is work.”

“So you’ll call me by name outside of work?”

“Director!”

Bo Mi’s voice rose.

“Do you still see that man in me, Bo Mi?”

“…”

Bo Mi’s mouth clamped shut like a clam. Jae Kyung’s mouth felt parched as he waited for an answer. She was still so difficult to approach.

“Half and half.”

“That means I have hope, right?”

“…”

As Bo Mi hesitated to answer, Jae Kyung grew anxious.

“You said I was shameless earlier, right?”

“… I’m sorry. That was selfish of me.”

“I’m not being shameless. To you, Bo Mi.”

Jae Kyung recalled that the time he tried to deliberately ignore Bo Mi was painful for him too.

“I was just acting spoiled.”

Bo Mi raised her head and looked at Jae Kyung’s profile.

“Hoping you would look at me.”

Bo Mi’s cheeks flushed hot at Jae Kyung’s words.

Why does he say such embarrassing things so casually?

Bo Mi pressed the backs of her hands against her cheeks. The car glided into the exhibition hall parking lot, which they had arrived at before they knew it.

Secretary Kim, who had arrived first, was unloading boxes from the trunk.

Bo Mi checked the time. Thank goodness. We’re not late.

“Thank you, Director.”

“Secretary Kim will help you to the exhibition hall.”

Jae Kyung said in a gentle voice as he unbuckled Bo Mi’s seatbelt. Bo Mi felt regretful that her time with Jae Kyung was ending.

“Aren’t you coming with us, Director?”

“Would you like me to come along?”

As Jae Kyung turned his face towards Bo Mi, the distance between them narrowed.

So close… Bo Mi’s heart began to pound loudly.

Bo Mi took a small breath and said in a small voice.

“No.”

This is a lie.

“… If I asked you to come with me, would you?”

This is the truth. Jae Kyung’s pupils dilated at Bo Mi’s unexpected response.

The corners of his mouth turned up in a dazzling smile like paradise.

“If Bo Mi wants, I’d like to do everything for you.”

Jae Kyung said as he raised his body.

“I’m sorry. I have another schedule.”

“… Please pretend you didn’t hear what I said.”

Does Han Bo Mi know? How lovely a color she’s wearing right now.

“I’ll come see you later.”

Jae Kyung said as he opened the car door and tried to get out.

Bo Mi grabbed Jae Kyung’s arm and stopped him.

“Wait… Just a moment, Jae Kyung.”

Bo Mi took a deep breath and fidgeted nervously.

“Are you nervous about the presentation?”

“No, it’s not that… I have a…”

“A what?”

“I mean, I have a favor to ask.”

“I’m curious what kind of favor it is.”

Jae Kyung was enjoying this situation, feeling like Bo Mi had allowed him into her heart.

“I know it’s really shameless to say this after telling you not to interfere in my personal life.”

What kind of favor is she trying to ask that she’s beating around the bush like this? Jae Kyung was filled with anticipation.

“Are you free next Saturday?”

Ah. I’m finally getting a date request from Han Bo Mi. Jae Kyung swallowed the laughter that was about to burst out.

“Hmm…”

It would be counterproductive to show too much joy.

Stay calm, Do Jae Kyung.

“I’ll have to check my schedule…”

“Ah. I was too sudden, wasn’t I? It’s okay. I was just curious if you might have time. I’m sorry. Don’t worry about it. I’ll get going.”

Bo Mi’s words became a jumbled mess. She thought she might be rejected, but actually hearing words of rejection from Jae Kyung made her feel like she might cry.

I’m sorry, Yeo Reum. Mom just can’t find the courage.

Bo Mi opened the door with a sorrowful expression.

“Bo Mi. Do you know my number?”

“Ah. It should be in my phone…”

“So you haven’t memorized my number.”

“Huh? Not yet.”

Bo Mi wore a bewildered expression. She hadn’t felt the need to memorize Jae Kyung’s number since she had saved it for work purposes.

“I even have Han Bo Mi’s security ID memorized…”

Jae Kyung stroked his chin as if he had expected this.

“If you memorize my number, I’ll keep Saturday free.”

“You don’t even know what my favor is.”

“Whatever the favor is.”

Jae Kyung didn’t care what Bo Mi wanted. Besides, if it was a date, he would enjoy going anywhere.

“It’s true that I’d be spending time for you, Bo Mi.”

Jae Kyung gently crinkled the corners of his eyes as he held out a business card with his private number written on it.