“Hey, where’s a business owner who misses out on talent right in front of him? By the way, Seo Woojin, you’re in big trouble. You’re already like this, and later, if you marry Sooyoung, are you going to lock her in the room and not let her out?”

“Maybe.”

Expected him to deny it, but seeing Woojin answer readily, Jihyun clicked his tongue.

That night at 10 o’clock. Sooyoung’s voice, who called, sounded somewhat distressed. Woojin’s gaze became sharp.

“Why? What’s the matter?”

Who does Seo Woojin think he is, meddling in my work?

“…What are you talking about? Explain so I can understand.”

The boss asked Seo Woojin to reduce the recording time because he’s worried. How can you change my schedule when so many people are waiting for my audiobook?

“What schedule?”

Woojin’s eyes became even sharper, to the point of squinting, but Sooyoung couldn’t see it.

If you’re worried about my throat, just reduce the reading time every day at 10 PM.

“…As I always say, I come first.”

Look at this, look at this. If I tell Seo Woojin to reduce the time he spends with me, does it feel bad to him like this? You can’t just adjust my recording time at your discretion!

“Who’s waiting for your audiobook? Does anyone else know about your audiobook other than you, Jihyun, and me?”

What are you saying? The boss put up a sample of my audiobook on the publisher’s website. Do you know how many views it has? He said he’d advertise it on Diver soon. You don’t know anything.

At Sooyoung’s grumbling, Woojin rubbed his forehead with his hand. The reason Jihyun mentioned earlier about running was because they had already advertised. Leaving that aside… Suddenly, a sense of betrayal overwhelmed him.

After a moment of silence, he quietly spoke.

“I’m sorry.”

Usually, when she apologized like this, she immediately softened. However, this time, her response felt lukewarm.
“I’m sorry.”

Woojin emphasized once again.

You won’t do that again, right?

“No, I won’t. Whether your voice loses its charm, or you develop vocal nodules, I won’t care at all.”

Listening to his extreme statement, Sooyoung laughed as if impressed.

However, she couldn’t say anything, recalling that she had told Woojin before that she didn’t care if he got hit by a car.

Sooyoung ran her fingers over the book she had recorded today, while Woojin touched the braille book he had read to her yesterday.

After a while of silently handling their respective books, Sooyoung spoke first.

“Read the rest of the book you read to me yesterday.”

Woojin’s fingers, which were playing with the braille book, abruptly stopped.

Then, he quickly felt the first braille of the next chapter and began reading to her.

Soon, the soft tenor tickled Sooyoung’s ears.

“However, perhaps due to thinking too long, before I could even count the numbers, the door opened, and luck came in. Even though there was no wind in the house, long silver hair fluttered, covering half of the face. He lay down next to me, turning towards the sofa armrest to appeal his anger. He cautiously approached, sat on the floor next to me. Unable to say a word, I had nothing to say to him. After a while, I felt something substantial on my forearm. Turning my head slightly, I saw that he had put his head on my forearm. The soft hair tickled my chest….”