At Do Jun’s provocation, Hae Joo downed the champagne. Originally, she was a light drinker and didn’t usually drink more than one glass of wine.

But now was different.

From the moment she knew that he was the person who had saved her life, she had faced an unexpected turn.

Her most hidden trauma had been exposed to Do Jun, and even the slightest caution had faded away.

“Then you should drink water. Can I have some water?”
“I’m fine.”
“Anything else you’re curious about?”
Ah, how annoying. If only I could hit him once.

Her throat wasn’t burning, her heart was. Hae Joo poured champagne down her throat one after another.

The intention to watch and doubt Do Jun began to flow in an unexpected direction.

Even as she gradually became drunk, Hae Joo’s twenty questions continued under the pretext of being tipsy.

“How many women have you dated so far?”
Hae Joo was confident that she would be okay. She was not dating Do Jun, nor did she have any feelings for him.

She kept reassuring herself that she was just asking out of sheer curiosity.

“If I tell you, will you tell me too?”
“What?”
“How many men you’ve dated.”
Men, huh.

Hae Joo had always worked for a living, and even after becoming an actress, she was immersed in her work.

Trusting people had become difficult for her because the family she should have been closest to had become her enemies.

Therefore, love was one of the things missing in Hae Joo’s life.

In such circumstances, Do Jun asked her about the number of men she had met.

“If you, Mr. Do Jun, speak first, then I’ll speak too.”
“I’ve had quite a few.”
An indescribable sense of betrayal swept over Hae Joo.

Do Jun was as composed as if his expression hadn’t changed at all.

Champagne continuously flowed down Hae Joo’s throat.

Then, Do Jun grabbed her wrist.

“Stop drinking.”
Hae Joo’s emotions swayed as much as her wavering view. She didn’t know why, but she wasn’t feeling well.

“Let go. When did you tell me to drink, and now you’re telling me to stop?”
“You’ve drunk half the champagne by yourself.”
“Do you regret letting me drink it?”
Do Jun, who had let go of Hae Joo’s wrist, took her glass and put it on the table. He looked at her squarely with his head slightly tilted.

“Are you drunk?”
“No.”
“Really?”
“Give me the champagne!”
Hae Joo remembered Jin Han’s words that a woman wouldn’t have left Do Jun alone. She felt unjust as she thought she was the only one who had been naively living.

After all, she felt like she had been sold into marriage, what more could she expect?

Finally, she managed to protect the emptied glass and champagne.

Hae Joo, as if it were hers, filled Do Jun’s glass and poured into her own.

“It’s delicious.”
“You’ll be completely gone.”
“Interference is.”
“Don’t get drunk.”
“Don’t command me.”
This time, Do Jun poured the champagne down his throat. He drank the alcohol, which he would usually sip and enjoy, like beer.

“I’ve always had affairs with just one person.”
“So you admit you had affairs.”
“Even though the person didn’t know.”
“You must have loved her a lot?”
It was a time when Hae Joo didn’t know that Do Jun was her husband.

Hae Joo decided to let it go, pretending to be openminded.

His eyes became cold. His gaze towards her, which had become dreamy, was filled with solitude.

“I must have loved her because I did.”
“It must have been nice to love someone.”
“What about you?”
A subtle bitterness welled up within Hae Joo.

At this tender age, she hadn’t even properly dated and was already married.

Feeling needlessly melancholic, Hae Joo crossed her legs in front of Do Jun. She then started talking about a madman who Yura had told her about, as if he were a man she had dated.

“There was someone who fought with their life for me.”
“……!”
“How much he liked me, all the men who tried to touch me….”
Hae Joo pretended to hit her cheek with her fist and held it down.

“Everyone called him a madman.”
“But you didn’t care?”
Hae Joo rummaged through her old memories.

The feelings when Yura talked about the man she called a madman back then were…….

“Because loving me is not a sin.”
“So whatever he does is okay?”
Do Jun’s voice was unusual, but Hae Joo didn’t notice. The effects of the alcohol were already rising and she leaned her head on the sofa.

She seemed like she might close her eyes at any moment.

“He was the only person who fought for me.”
“Did you… like him?”
Hae Joo’s eyes were already closed. Looking at her like this, Do Jun’s gaze went back three years.

“Because he’s my hero.”
It was Hae Joo’s response, buoyed by the effects of alcohol.