It was the school anniversary, so Yunho had nothing specific to do and was lounging in bed. His friends would all be at work, and he didn’t have a girlfriend to meet. At times like this, the only person that came to mind was Sooyoung. Even though it had been a while since they last spoke on the phone, he felt awkward making a call, especially after the rejection and breakup.

Whether she was at the library or home, he thought, but looking at the time, it seemed like the right moment for her to go to the library. With the idea of stopping by her place and taking her to the library, he dressed and drove to her house even though it was within walking distance.

As he entered the small apartment complex where Sooyoung lived, a black sedan suddenly passed by him. It was a foreign car rarely seen in the neighborhood. While grumbling about the impracticality of having a foreign car in this area, he suddenly noticed a familiar silhouette coming out of the apartment entrance.

A round face with bobbed hair that danced lightly, and his eyes were immediately drawn to the white cast on her right leg. Why was her leg like that?

“Sooyeo…”

He was about to call her name as he got out of the car, but suddenly the sedan stopped in front of her, and a man in a black suit came out from the driver’s seat, greeted her. Sooyoung nodded in response, bowed slightly, and then effortlessly climbed into the back seat he opened.

Yunho’s eyes widened. What’s going on? Who is that chauffeur, and why is she getting into that car? He had no idea that anyone around Sooyoung would own such a car.

Thinking strangely that her mother might be chauffeuring her around, he hastily got back into the driver’s seat. He didn’t intend to follow them, but somehow, he ended up trailing the sedan.

Since it was past the rush hour, the road was relatively quiet, and following the car was not difficult. Moreover, the route was familiar as it was the way he used to go to work.

He couldn’t believe that Sooyoung would have such a car. Was she really that famous as a writer to have a chauffeur?

As soon as the door lock released, the door creaked open, and golden eyes looked at her before she could even grab the handle.
How many books do you have to sell to live in a house like that and hire a chauffeur? Did you even write a bestseller?

As soon as the door lock was released, before she could grab the handle, the door creaked open, and golden eyes were fixed on her.

“Be careful and come in.”

When Woojin reached out his hand, Sooyoung naturally took it and entered the house. Unable to clean due to her leg injury, the house seemed even cleaner than before.

Did she hire a cleaning service?

“Why is the house so clean?”

“They came from the cleaning company last night and cleaned everything.”

“What were you doing all this time, Seol Woojin?”

“I was in my room.”

“Haven’t you said you don’t like strangers coming?”

“I dislike having a dirty house more.”

Woojin grabbed her arm, supported her, and sat her on the living room sofa, then sat in front of her.

When Sooyoung looked at Woojin quietly, Woojin’s large hand slowly moved up her face like playing the piano—carefully touching her forehead, hair, eyes, nose, and lips.

Each time they met, instead of showing her face, he let him touch. Of course, he firmly refused to confirm whether she was a man or a woman.

Instead, he emphasized that there was more volume than she thought.

“I told my grandfather not to send the car anymore. The chauffeur seemed busy.”

When Woojin seemed to have touched her face all over, Sooyoung quickly spoke.

“That’s his job. It’s not like you’re coming here for your work.”

“So, I come here for my work, why sacrifice someone else? I can take a taxi.”

“It’s a job for money, what’s the sacrifice? It’s a sacrifice to do it for free.”

“Anyway, it’s burdensome.”

“No need to feel that way. Grandfather likes it.”

“What?”

“You coming to our house.”

He made his first phone call to his grandfather. He could have conveyed it through Seol Ji-hyun, but he was in a hurry, so he did it himself.

The chairman was very excited to receive the first phone call from his grandson, and without asking for reasons, he immediately understood when he heard that the housekeeper who comes to their house was injured and needed a car.

It was already understood in the nuance that he knew from his secretary or Ji-hyun.

He vaguely felt that his grandfather liked the fact that she came to their house. The background of the house was given up when Woojin lost his sight.

Now, all he needed was Sooyoung’s mother’s permission.

If he said that he was her mother, he felt like she would pack a lunchbox and come to stop them. It’s not time yet. And… being in a relationship like this… someday they might have a big fight and break up.
Even though their parents are gone, and they even ran away to avoid Grandfather’s eyes, they eventually didn’t break up.

“Shall I make kimbap for you?”

Woojin said as he touched her lips with his fingers.

The sensation of the lips was better than anywhere else. They were soft and tender.