The black van that Soyeon and Seojun were in remained still in the dark rearview mirror for quite some time.

Ujeonghwa’s car, following from the filming location, also maintained a discreet distance, stopping with enough space not to be noticed.

While tailing, Jung Hwa, who had been wondering whether she should leave now, couldn’t turn away because she was too curious about what the man and woman inside were doing.

Determined, Jung Hwa pressed a baseball cap down, wore black clothes, and draped a raincoat in the same color over her body. Minimizing her presence, she cautiously got out of the car.

However, her luck and timing seemed quite miserable.

As soon as her foot touched the ground, she sank into a puddle of mud, and the drizzle that had been falling lightly suddenly turned into a heavy rain, making it difficult to see ahead. Nevertheless, Jung Hwa cautiously moved forward, one step at a time.

Am I crazy too? Why am I wandering in this pouring rain to find out something like this? Is this what Ujeonghwa does?

Knowing that it was an inappropriate action, Jung Hwa still managed to reach her destination at some point. However, as she hid her body in the blind spot of the side mirror, she carefully peered into the tinted car window.

Although she couldn’t see anything properly in the dark car, the silhouettes of the man and woman in a close embrace were vaguely visible in the faint light of the car’s dashboard. Covered in mud, the woman’s two feet shifted cautiously from behind the car to the side.

However, getting drenched in the pouring rain, Jung Hwa was momentarily stunned.

Even enjoying a modest date felt so dirty, so how would Seungjae feel when he saw me in bed with him? She thought he would feel vaguely upset. No good man would want his woman to cheat.

Now Jung Hwa realized.

That the current her, choked with her chest, was far more horrific than several times more repulsive.

However, even at this moment, she did not reflect. Instead of dwelling on the past, she focused more on what her future life would be like, how she would separate from Eum Soyeon and Taeseojun.

I have to blaze my own trail. I must climb high on the vertical ladder where no one can trample on me. To do that, Taeseojun must unquestionably become mine.

While she was thinking like that,

The melodious voice of a man was clearly humming a gentle melody. The voice occasionally broke, singing a serenade and even giving kisses.

Huh! Unbelievable. Is Taeseojun singing now?
A chill ran down Jung Hwa’s spine as her breath stopped. The elaborately adorned fingernails dug deep into her palm. He was not like this before. Even in the car when they were alone, he kept his distance, and his gaze wasn’t so stingy.

But what’s this? Now, that man is doing something… No, no, I hope the man inside isn’t Taeseojun!

Expression overwhelmed with disappointment covered Jung Hwa’s mind, and she only had the thought of confirming whether the man inside the car was really Taeseojun. While shifting her crouched body a bit forward, she also hoped he wasn’t Taeseojun.

Shooooo…

The rain became even louder.

Jung Hwa’s hand tightly gripped the door handle. Now, all she had to do was open the door with force. But what suddenly stopped her impulsive curiosity was the unexpected thunder.

Kwaaang…!

Covering her ears with the deafening sound, Jung Hwa found herself rushing somewhere in a flash. Even though her muddy foot slipped in a puddle, Jung Hwa, in a daze, ran and returned to her car.

The inside of the car, illuminated only by a small light in the back, was dark. Leaning against the wet driver’s seat, Jung Hwa finally realized the pitiful state of her ruined car.

Her clothes were soaked and dirty from rain and mud, and her makeup-covered face was a mess with water flowing down from her hair.

“Ha, what is this… my appearance.”

Jung Hwa couldn’t help but sigh mixed with disappointment. However, even at this moment, as she looked at herself reflected in the rearview mirror, she didn’t realize.

That the glamorous Ujeonghwa is not here.

Only a wretched existence, with twisted desires and nothing else, remained in the mirror—an ignorant soul.

A large hand gently stroked the slender back.

“I don’t want to send you off. Can’t we go to the villa together? I’ll take you to the site tomorrow morning.”

Seojun said, coaxing like a child.

“That probably won’t work, right? We have to consider people’s eyes, and, most importantly, Dosun is not feeling well. We need to check on him.”

“Hate it! You’re canceling the compliment that I’m pretty!”

“A man who speaks with one mouth is not charming.”

“I even let you hear the songs I rarely sing!”

“During that time, how many times have I kissed you?”

“Hmph, I lost.”

Seojun, who smiled gently, wiped his lips on Soyeon’s small forehead, leaving a reminder of a kiss.

“Soyeon.”

When his smooth voice called her, Soyeon’s gaze sparkled.