Because he couldn’t think of turning it on, Hae-joo had to shake his chest.

That day, Do-jun fell into a deep sleep for the first time.

The next morning, Director Song came to work, but Do-jun couldn’t wake up at all.

It was past noon.

Worried Hae-joo stroked Do-jun’s head.

Only then did his half-closed eyes open slightly.

“Are you awake?”

“Tired.”

“Is anything hurting?”

“I think I’m just tired.”

The outside was noisy all day.

GN faced a crisis due to Han Jin-tae’s death and Chairman Yoo, who killed him, being under emergency arrest.

Simultaneously, Chairman Yoo’s youngest son, Jin-han, attracted the attention of the media.

Reporters flocked to the company for interviews, but he refused to respond at all.

That evening, Chairman Yoo’s eldest son held an urgent press conference.

Despite being a company that should set an example, I sincerely apologize for causing controversy.

Chairman Yoo’s eldest son actively pledged to cooperate with the police investigation on that day. Chairman Yoo also promised to step down from the chairman position.

Nevertheless, public anger and resentment showed no signs of subsiding.

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah.”

Beside Do-jun, Hae-joo lay down.

The two enjoyed a nap during the lazy afternoon.

When the sun set, it started raining.

Hae-joo, hearing the rain tapping on the window, sat up.

“Is it already night?”

“Yes.”

“It’s raining.”

“That’s right.”

Hae-joo opened the window and watched the rain falling under the eaves.

In the chilly temperature, the leaves were turning yellow.

It was autumn.

When Hae-joo came to this house, it was in full spring, but now the seasons had changed.

It made his heart flutter for no reason.

“Now it feels like we can live a bit.”

Currently, lying next to Hae-joo, Do-jun had only his underwear on, revealing his upper body.

It looked nice how he pulled the blanket up under his waist.

At that moment, a cool breeze blew in.

The scent of fallen leaves wafted into the bedroom, enjoying the arrival of autumn.

“Hae-joo, how do you feel?”

“It doesn’t feel real.”

“What do you mean?”

“That I have a husband.”

“What?”

Do-jun asked her how she felt now that the journey that had hurt her so much was over.
However, Hae-joo gave a frivolous response.

“I never thought I’d date in my entire life.”

“I didn’t even know we were legally married.”

“A stolen marriage, you see.”

“So, do you hate me?”

“Do you know what the biggest miracle that happened to me is?”

Do-jun sat up.

“Well, what is it?”

“It’s you, Do-jun.”

“Hmm?”

Hae-joo approached Do-jun and sat in front of him.

She gently stroked his head as if comforting a child, gazing warmly.

“If it weren’t for you, I would have died a long time ago.”

Do-jun embraced Hae-joo.

Rocking his body gently, as if on a swing, he whispered in her ear.

“Shall we go to the beach at dawn?”

“So that you can come back anytime…”

“Sure, let’s do that.”

The autumn night was unusually profound.

The two people, immersed in the bathtub, enjoyed a secret date.

The tempting touch of their hands on each other carried a seductive allure.

Especially when Hae-joo tried to move away a little, Do-jun would pull her back and enclose her in his arms.

“You’re being greedy.”

The warm steam enveloped the two continuously.

As their touching skin was submerged in water, it became even more intimate, stimulating their senses.

Do-jun’s breathing seemed unusual.

Using his large hands to control Hae-joo, he seemed insatiable.

Finally, he lifted his gaze from the tips of her eyes that he had managed to release.

“It feels like I’m being tortured. I got drunk because of you.”