For Moon Hee, just the fact that Song Myunghwan admitted it made the difficult years melt away.

She didn’t care about Song Myunghwan’s other family because Jinsung was his son and they were a family.

But traveling in such a state was very dangerous. So, as Park Musung’s wife and son, she had to hide and live, but now was the time to see the light.

“Everything the chairman has will be yours. Let’s wait a little.”

Moon Hee comforted herself as she stroked her son’s head.

Morning broke. Dressed in a black suit, Kijoo came out of the room. The detached house was as quiet as a mouse. After habitually scanning the son-in-law, he walked through the corridor. With an indifferent face, he passed the living room and entered the dining room.

There was Ikgyungil, who had just finished eating. He sat at the Ireland table, wiping his mouth with a tissue, and observed Kijoo. With a familiar nonchalant look, he pulled out a bottle of water, opened the lid with a single twist, and drank it in one gulp. The Adam’s apple bobbed up and down each time he swallowed.

Ikgyungil picked up an envelope on his left and half-pulled out the resignation letter he had written and put it back down. Just as Kijoo, who had just finished drinking water, looked at him, he glanced through the resignation letter. The logo of Diwon Group was clearly engraved on the upper right of the resignation letter.

As he silently looked at it, Ikgyungil opened his mouth with raised eyebrows.

“You should stop too.”

Was he telling him to stop the bodyguard duty?

Or was he telling him to stop dating?

With his hands lazily in his pants pocket, Kijoo leaned against the refrigerator.

Although he didn’t hope that he would listen obediently, Ikgyungil’s irritation suddenly surged.

“Are you dating the chairman’s daughter? What a good excuse.”

“…….”

“I have responsibilities because I couldn’t manage the subordinate properly.”

“…….”

“Ah. Was all this to finish the project?”
Kijoo, while hearing teasing remarks, immersed himself in his own thoughts. As expected, the announcement of the Jangdalse Project was imminent. It was almost over. A journey that lasted nearly three years.

It was not a new feeling. He dismissed it briefly by tossing the crushed mineral water bottle into the trash.

“You go first.”

At those words, Ikgyungil stiffened. Despite the obvious change in expression, Kijoo was insensitive.

“It’s awkward. Especially dealing with a suspicious old man.”

It wasn’t an old man like a water ghost, but he anticipated some variables.

Ignoring those words, Kijoo left the dining room. Watching until he completely disappeared, Ikgyungil took out his phone from his pocket.

He quickly pressed the keypad to compose a message and pressed the send button. After that, with an unwilling face, he stared at the phone for a while before reluctantly putting it back in his pocket.

Kijoo stood with one hand against the wall, staring at the closed door.

He knocked three minutes ago.

Wait a moment, said Song Eunchae, but there was no news. How many more seconds passed with heightened hearing.

Eventually, the door opened, and her face appeared. It sparkled as if she had turned on some lights. Can light come out of a person’s face? Even though he couldn’t believe it, his black gaze delicately swept over her face.

Unaware of that fact, Eunchae, with a bright smiling face, blindly grabbed his arm. Without any chance to resist, Kijoo was dragged in, and in the meantime, she kicked backward and closed the door.

Eunchae whined by the sofa table. Glancing at her as if asking what she was doing, Kijoo discovered a white box on the table. It was the size of a palm. It was clear that it was placed there to be seen.

Is it a gift?

It’s embarrassing to say, so does it mean to understand on your own?

Don’t want to hear this.

Kijoo sharply twisted his chin with a clear edge. He looked at the woman who avoided his gaze with a stern face.

Eunchae’s patience finally ran out in the slow-moving time.

“Open it.”

While saying that, Eunchae, embarrassed, did not meet his eyes.

Only then did Kijoo sit on the sofa. He picked up the white box with unnecessarily long legs crossed and held it up.

Glancing at it with a sidelong glance, Eunchae unknowingly swallowed her saliva. The fingers, thick but straight, carefully observed the metal ring that could open the lid.

Kijoo narrowed his eyes. The identity of the gift box was a bracelet. The design was clean to the point of being plain, but the locking mechanism was sophisticated.

Eunchae, who was anxiously observing the reaction, blushed suddenly. He had no reaction, to the point where his expressionless face seemed angry.

Did he make a mistake?

That thought made Eunchae suddenly impatient. It was due to the memory of what he did when he received something like this before.

Transaction and reciprocity.
Now that I think about it, she felt like she wanted to hide in a mouse hole.

“…It doesn’t have the same meaning as the gifts I used to give you.”

There was irritation in the hastily added words. It was embarrassing, cruel, and emotions had slipped in before she consciously realized it.

It was a defeat. Eunchae closed her eyes tightly and, opening them, mumbled in a voice that crawled in.

“Couple rings… they’re a bit cheesy…”

“…”

“You don’t like it?”

Before she knew it, Eunchae was looking for his reaction. Everything that made him up was close to monochrome, making her head complicated.

Did he misunderstand?

It’s not really like that.

Eunchae, who was timidly hesitant, straightened her neck at once. He looked up and stared at her silently. What broke the momentary silence was not words but movements.

He took off his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

Rustle, rustle.

She focused on the sound of fabric brushing. She helplessly watched the unpredictable Kijoo. Revealing the well-built forearm with pulsating veins, he said,

“Do it.”

Eunchae blushed at his low and gentle voice. Even though it was a modest request, the atmosphere suddenly intensified. It felt strange.