To You Who Found Me (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 80

7 p.m. on Tuesday evening. Bong Gi couldn’t calm his mind the entire drive. Every time he stopped at a traffic signal, his eyes instinctively darted to the rearview mirror—fixed on the man sitting in the back seat.

Ji Ho’s face, meticulously styled over a black suit, was breathtaking.

‘I’m going crazy. I keep saying he’s handsome, handsome—and he just doesn’t know when to stop, does he?’

He desperately tried to suppress the corners of his mouth from curling upward, yet before he knew it, he was already beaming like a fully bloomed flower. If Ji Ho were to give an acceptance speech with that face, it would surely become the best Christmas gift—albeit a few days late.

Ji Ho occasionally accepted adjustments from the stylist while gazing out the window. Unlike Bong Gi, who eagerly anticipated the best Christmas present, Ji Ho had already received his gift and was quietly reliving that lingering happiness once more.

Three days earlier, Christmas had replayed almost exactly like the fairy tale before—only slightly different, and even better.

That day began with Ji Ho jolting awake from sleep. A voice called his name, so faint yet impossibly close—lips pressed tightly against his ear, whispering. No wonder it startled him.

The soft breath against his eardrum sent every hair on his body standing on end.

“Ji Ho, let’s eat.”

“Whoa! You scared me…”

“Heh heh. Time to get up.”

Before his eyes fully opened, Hye Yoon was already sitting upright beside his pillow, having just risen. She flashed him a gentle smile and reached out to smooth his tousled hair.

She seemed to know just as well as he did—exactly where and how the other liked to be touched, what made them especially sensitive. Her mischievous expression suggested she occasionally enjoyed whispering secrets into ears. And honestly, he didn’t mind. If she made him overly sensitive, she’d just have to deal with the consequences together.

When he washed up quickly and opened the bedroom door, he was startled again—but this time by the rich, mouthwatering aroma filling the entire house. Entering the dining room, his eyes were drawn to the neatly arranged dishes on the table: white rice, doenjang jjigae, grilled fish, kimchi, and several other side dishes.

But what moved him most was, of course, the woman’s gaze standing beside the table.

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