There had been friction between them during the time when he ordered to handle the greenhouse and Haman-daek matter. Back then, he brushed it off as typical of male subordinates, but now he realized it was closer to retaliation.

Ha. Chairman Song Myunghwan chuckled. He was glad to have found a proper problem solver. A young man causing problems with women. And with Song Eunchae?

Dare he. Without even understanding the topic.

The chairman slapped his forehead with a fist, his forehead now red-hot. Separating men and women, especially at such a lively age. Yeah. He’d been too careless.

Chairman Song Myunghwan reached for the intercom, extending his arm. He dialed the internal number and immediately ordered the security director to be called. Then he sat back down.

After waiting for about five minutes.

I Gwangil hurriedly rushed in. The chairman looked at Gwangil, who was approaching, with sharp eyes and immediately spoke.

“Do you know about the relationship between Team Leader Kwon and Song Eunchae?”

“…?!”

Looking at Gwangil’s bewildered face, the chairman calmly spoke.
“Right. You might not have known since you were following me.”

Nodding as if understanding, the chairman gradually raised his eyes and lowered his voice.

“But, isn’t all the fault of the security team on this director?”

Upon hearing that, Gwangil stiffened his face.

Kijoo moved Eunchae’s luggage to the room. During her absence, the resident employees had cleaned, and the tidy room suited her.

He instinctively glanced around. Checking for signs of intrusion, the operation of surveillance cameras, the presence of bugs—vigilance was ingrained in him.

“If you need anything, let me know. I’ll be in the guesthouse.”

Eunchae placed the luggage he handed her in one place. She couldn’t bear to put the bouquet there and hugged it close to her chest.

“Could you buy a vase when you have time?”

Vases were easily broken and shattered in the greenhouse. Kijoo raised an eyebrow at her request. Not noticing that subtle change, Eunchae smiled up at him.

“I’ll put this in a vase.”

Saying that, she hugged the bouquet as if it were precious.

Kijoo lost his words. The shy expression and the sight of one cheek sinking when she smiled sent a tingling sensation through his chest.

With a determined face, he reached out his arm. Among numerous camellia flowers, he picked one and inserted it into Eunchae’s ear. In an instant, even that splendid flower seemed modest, and Eunchae, with closed eyes, smiled shyly.

Black hair and red flowers. Transparent skin and clear eyes.

To Kijoo, it felt as if his eyes were getting cold. He reached out, touched her tempting cheek, and said, “Pottery? Glass?”

“I think a transparent glass vase would be nice.”

Instead of saying he would buy it, he nodded his head and took a deep breath. The fragrance of Eunchae filled his nostrils as he closed the door slowly, and it continued even as he walked away.

Walking to the entrance, Kijoo’s nose felt chilly. He closed his eyes and smiled sarcastically. The sight of him recalling the fragrance was amusing.

“Kwon Kijoo.”

As he closed the front door and descended the stairs, he was called. By the time he opened his eyes, he was grabbed by the collar. Although it could have been easily suppressed, Kijoo willingly let himself be dragged. Gradually, his back was pressed against the wall.

In front of him stood I Gwangil.

“Since when did you get close to Song Eunchae?”

At that, Kijoo raised an eyebrow. I Gwangil paid no mind.

“I wonder who I heard this from. Huh? Who the hell do you work for?”

“Do you need to know who I’m involved with?”

His calm voice only further fueled Gwangil’s anger.

“I should. Have you forgotten your role?”

As the tone rose, Gwangil looked around and then approached Kijoo closely. After that, he muttered darkly.

“Or did you seep into Song Myunghwan?”

“…?”

“Now, if that’s the case, you shouldn’t be messing around with Song Eunchae.”

“…”
“He’s currently the most valuable asset for Song Myunghwan. Isn’t that right?”

Kijoo’s head, which had been silent, tilted defiantly. In the moment Gwangil tensed, his face chillingly composed, a strong hand struck Gwangil like a dagger. Gwangil’s body was pushed back helplessly. Kijoo spoke in a menacing voice.

“Asset? Are you protecting that asset for Song Myunghwan? You’ve become a loyal subject.”

“This bastard…!”

Faint footsteps mingled with rough breaths. It was the sound of Haman passing by. Gwangil reacted quickly, immediately dropping his body and adjusting his appearance.

“The chairman is looking for you.”

Haman looked at them indifferently and entered through the front door. Kijoo straightened his crumpled jacket.

“No variables will arise. There won’t be anything to worry about.”

Gwangil looked at him sharply in response to his words, but Kijoo couldn’t provide additional explanations. It was because Kwon Kijoo had abruptly passed by Gwangil, entering the entrance and disappearing beyond the front door.