His body, which she had assumed would be skinny, was surprisingly wrapped in tight muscles, and the sweat droplets between them glistened like morning dew on petals.

Considering how drenched and heavily he was breathing, he seemed to have been running for quite some time. She wondered why he was pushing himself so hard.

Soo-young, who had no interest in exercise, couldn’t comprehend it but couldn’t stop watching either.

There was no better welfare than this.

Suddenly, the treadmill slowed down and eventually stopped, and Woo-jin began to fumble with his watch.

He then turned to face Soo-young directly and asked, “Do you come whenever you feel like it now?”

Soo-young was startled. How did he know she was there? She hadn’t made any sound.

“I, um, I had some time to spare,” she stammered.

Then, stepping off the treadmill, he coldly remarked, “Do you think this is a neighborhood center for people with too much time and nothing to do?”

She knew she was at fault, but being treated as someone with ample time and nothing to do somewhat bruised her ego. She was there to work, after all.

“I came early to work more diligently,” she retorted defiantly.

As Woo-jin approached her, stopping right in front of her, she was enveloped by the scent of his sweat.

Simultaneously, her gaze fixated on his firm chest, causing her to momentarily hold her breath.

A look of exasperation crossed Woo-jin’s face, then he said in a low voice, “You don’t have to work too hard, just put things back in their place.”

“I do… I do put things back in their place,” she responded, not fully aware of what she was saying.

“Yesterday, you left a chair out and I bumped into it. Here.”

He suddenly pulled up his training pants to reveal a blue bruise, but all Soo-young saw was his prominent hip bone.

It was… perfect.

“Wow, perfect,” she murmured unwittingly.

Catching her comment, Woo-jin raised an eyebrow and straightened up. “What?”

“Huh? What did I say?” she asked, finally regaining her composure.

Exhaling a long, slender sigh, Woo-jin said, “I’m going to shower. You do your work.”

As he passed by, Soo-young’s eyes followed his entire figure, longing to capture the moment in a photo, but she knew she couldn’t commit such a crime.

In the shower, Woo-jin chuckled to himself. She had held her breath again at his sight. Surely not from horror, but because of his somewhat fantastic appearance. His high school physique, especially during basketball games, which had drawn cheers from girls, still echoed in his ears. Continuously exercising meant he was at least not weird-looking.

It was strange. If anyone else had entered his house uninvited and watched him, he would have called the police immediately, even if it was Seol Ji-hyun.

But with this woman, he was slightly annoyed but not furious.

He even felt good about showing her that he was diligently living his life, exercising at home.

But why had she come so early? Could she come anytime? Should he tell her to come whenever she wants? …What am I thinking? Crazy!
He frantically rinsed his hair, suddenly realizing he couldn’t remember whether he had used shampoo or not. His concentration was wavering, distracted by other thoughts.

Having side dishes prepared by his sister-in-law meant he didn’t have to worry about what to buy for lunch, which was a relief.

However, the dishes seemed to have been intended for Woo-jin alone, but as they both ate, much of it had already been consumed.

As Soo-young put the last piece of meat pancake into her mouth and chewed, Woo-jin unexpectedly entered the kitchen. Why is he here now?

Without showing any surprise, Soo-young spoke in a calm voice, “Sit down. Eat.”

But she hadn’t completely swallowed the meat pancake, causing her to choke at the end of her sentence. She hastily gulped down water, and Woo-jin looked at her with displeasure, remarking, “Stop eating the meat pancakes so much. That’s why you gain weight.”

How did he know I was eating meat pancakes? This man, pretending he can’t see must be a complete bluff.