I have come to experience summer in London. Summer in London has a significant temperature difference. The midday sun is intensely radiant, but apart from that time, it is quite chilly, so one must carry a cardigan.

It was quite annoying, but when I bought a sandwich and sat under the shade of a tree, looking at the quiet scenery, I felt a sense of accomplishment after the fierce battle with Kwon Kijoo, leading up to the upcoming trip.

Future was captivated by London more than other travel destinations. It was due to a detective drama he was deeply immersed in, and the Baker Street, which served as its background, excited him.

“With very subtle traces, he deduces daily habits and even infers occupations with genius intellect. Big Ben, the house, and the construction site are really regrettable. I was looking forward to it.”

While listening to Future’s explanation, Eunchae felt a sense of anticipation. If you are a person who understands others through behaviors such as speech and eye contact, she knew someone who fits that description.

Kijoo’s appearance after achieving his goal was not much different from before. There were no changes in expressions, tone of voice, or even the way he moved when he returned to his main job as a bodyguard.

The only change was in her feelings about the scars on his body. The scars that were just rough and shocking now seemed very tender. Yet, the owner of that body seemed to enjoy that time of receiving sympathetic glances.

“Don’t throw me away.”

He had a pitiful expression when he said that.

“He’s more pitiful than he looks.”

Quietly, he seemed like a strange man who casually demanded sympathy.

After waiting, Future finally got a seat in the restaurant, and when he looked at Eunchae, who suddenly smiled, he gave her a strange look.

“Do you have a grudge against dim sum? Why are you openly mocking it like that?”

“Huh? Oh, no.”

“What’s wrong, Song Eunchae? Focus. You might wonder why a Chinese restaurant in London, but this place is a hidden gem. You might feel it’s fantastic after being accustomed to greasy food until now.”

It was indeed like that. If it weren’t for the cup ramen that Eunchae had brought, she might have hurriedly returned home due to the food alone.

But a Chinese restaurant on the last day of the trip. Although it was a shame to give up what she had endured until now, she didn’t even want to think about the menu now because even that seemed annoying.

Eunchae shrugged her shoulders and glanced out of the window. It was a day with a nickname for a gray city. Suddenly, the clear sky was filled with clouds.

When Eunchae and Kijoo reunited last winter, it rained a lot. There were many things that happened in the falling rain. Eunchae looked at the street where the rain was falling with moist eyes.

“It might be missed by now.”

At the sound, Eunchae turned her eyes. Future was unfolding a napkin, looking at her with a mischievous expression.

“The boyfriend left behind in Korea.”
Eunchae wore a perplexed expression. Having never discussed such matters made it difficult to gauge her reaction. She was usually the listener when it came to sharing stories.

“I almost cried seeing you two kissing at the airport.”

“It wasn’t a kiss…”

“Then what? A deep peck?”

At those words, Eunchae’s embarrassed cheek blushed vividly. She refrained from making any explicit gestures, swallowing her laughter like drinking water. Future seemed pleased to have teased her, chuckling.

“I have one piece of advice. Don’t make it too obvious that you miss him. Men develop bad habits if you act like that from the beginning.”

“Bad habits?”

“Even in relationships, you have to control the pace.”

While letting those words sink in, Eunchae gazed out of the window. The rain was drizzling down.

Passersby walked briskly, seemingly accustomed, lifting their coat collars. However weak the raindrops were, Kwon Kijoo would never let himself get wet. No, that was out of the question.

Suddenly, the image of Kwon Kijoo, with his characteristic lascivious face, resolute and demanding, came to her mind. Eunchae suppressed a smile.

She had tried to enjoy the trip with a free heart but failed. In truth, it wasn’t just because it was the end of the journey, but she had been thinking about him all along.

Whether touring the Vatican City, appreciating the Academy Gallery in Venice, or even eating freshly baked baguettes in Paris… her mind had been completely occupied by Kwon Kijoo.

It was all because of the confession that was almost like a proposal at the beginning of their departure. Happy imagination only intensified the longing.

How should she revenge his nasty hobby?

She must never say she missed him throughout the trip. Anyway, she already knew the answer to that statement. He was the type of man who would arrogantly say, ‘Why did you go if you missed me so much?’ with a smug face.

Eunchae willingly permitted the trip, and she vowed a small revenge on Kijoo, who used this method.