Eunjeong, who came out of the basement, tilted her head with a smile.
“Where did you drop it?”
I should have fixed it in advance. Because of the loosened finish, I lost my earring again. It was definitely at home until this morning…
Then, the realization of having gone to give Eunjae a gift this morning suddenly came to mind, and Eunjeong headed to the third floor.
To avoid interference, she planned to quickly scan only the living room and come back down.
While thinking about this, the moment Eunjeong stood on the stairs connecting the second and third floors and was about to call Eunjae’s name, the clear voices of Eunjae and Seonwoo resonated through the slightly open bedroom door.
“You said that to me back then. When the work is done, release me before the contract expires.”
Startled, Eunjeong stood there with her mouth agape. What followed was truly a spectacle.
“Is this all… What are you saying?”
“Where did you hear it from?”
Unlike Eunjeong’s trembling voice, Seonwoo’s voice was very calm.
“A contract marriage?”
“As you heard.”
There was no explanation, no excuse. The admission was also very clean. So Eunjeong was left speechless.
In the meantime, Seonwoo left the bedroom, put on a knitted sweater hanging on the sofa in the living room, and put it on his arms one by one. Then he picked up his phone and car keys from the coffee table and went down the stairs.
“Yoon Seonwoo!”
Despite Eunjeong’s shout, Seonwoo’s footsteps did not stop. Eunjeong turned around to look at Eunjae standing still in the bedroom.
Their eyes met briefly. As soon as Eunjae met Eunjeong’s eyes, he lowered his head deeply. Frighteningly, tears fell to the ground as his head dropped.
“… Eunjae, let’s talk later.”
Eunjeong looked at Eunjae nodding and quickly turned around. Then, to catch up with Seonwoo, she hurried down the stairs.
“Yoon Seonwoo! Aren’t you going to stay there?”
Seonwoo stood still at the boundary between the second and first floors. Eunjeong, who approached Seonwoo closely, whispered as if she were whispering. It was a voice conscious of the surroundings.
“A contract marriage? Do you know what you’ve done now?”
“Eunjae did nothing wrong. It’s all my fault, so don’t talk to Eunjae about it. I forced and threatened, pushing through this marriage. You know what Yeonrim means to me.”
“So, is all of this fake?”
“At that time, it was.”
“What are you talking about? So what now, huh? Are you going to divorce?”
Eunjeong’s voice fluctuated, shook, and then suddenly stopped.
“I won’t divorce.”
“Sigh… Seonwoo. What are you doing?”
“I’m sorry. I have no choice.”
Inside the elevator going down to the underground parking lot, neither Taegyu nor Narim opened their mouths. The time of silence continued for a long while.
It seems like I made a slip of the tongue in anger again. What kind of colleague are you, not even considering you as a colleague? I wondered why everything you do turns out like this, why it becomes like this when standing in front of you. If there was someone to answer, I wanted to ask why.
Taekyu opened the passenger seat door and spoke to Narim.
“Narim.”
“Mr. Yoon doesn’t live in that neighborhood. Why are you lying?”
“When did I? I didn’t say anything.”
“I told you not to shake me. But why do you keep shaking me?”
“Ms. Inarim, listen to me. I—”
Then, Narim’s phone rang. While staring at Taekyu with tears stubbornly held in her eyes, Narim blinked, and even after the tears fell, she didn’t take her eyes off Taekyu.
“Yes, Mr. Hoseok.”
Taekyu’s eyebrows twitched at that name. Maybe because it was a quiet parking lot, the entire conversation could be heard.
“Thank you, Mr. Hoseok. I’m in front of the hospital. I’ll wait for you.”
After ending the call, Narim sighed. Taekyu, looking disappointed, chuckled.
“Oh, I forgot to mention. My boyfriend is coming to pick her up.”
“…….”
“Sorry. I went off-topic.”
Forced to smile, Taekyu turned the steering wheel and squeezed into the driver’s seat, lowering the passenger window, he said to Narim.
“Get in. It’s cold waiting here.”
They were caught at the fifth traffic light. Today, all the red lights turning in front of him were annoying. Nothing is going well.
Only the fingers hitting the handle regularly on the steering wheel seemed to reveal his uncomfortable feelings. It was miserable. Yeah, maybe that’s the accurate expression.
I’ve heard somewhere. Wounds are like boomerangs; they come back. Whoever made it, it was well made, he thought while smiling.
Taekyu’s car, which had left the city, smoothly crossed the road.
As soon as he arrived at his parents’ house, Taekyu headed to the detached house where Eunjae was.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
