Soon, she pushed away from his chest with an indifferent face. It was an attitude that suggested she had done what she intended to.

Ki Joo lowly laughed while stroking his chin.

“I don’t know whether I should like this or not.”

Eun Chae stiffened her body, unable to ask him what he meant. His hand grabbed her nape, and he pulled her roughly.

Startled, even her cry was swallowed up by Ki Joo. As she tried to huddle for a moment, he scrunched his face as if he wouldn’t allow that either.

Eun Chae’s body vibrated as if she had been struck by lightning. She dealt with his relentless approach defenselessly.

Her stomach was boiling and her legs were trembling.

Was it disgust, or excitement?

She couldn’t even gauge that. All her thought circuits had stopped, and she was simply hanging on to Ki Joo while being dominated by sensations.

Any sense of shame had long since flown away from her mind.

She even whimpered the moment he bit the most sensitive part inside her mouth. But even that was swallowed up by Ki Joo.

One faint thought floated up.

The man has a quite excellent ability to make her helpless.

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This is why I don’t deal with merchants.

Seung Yoon, who had been unable to concentrate on his family dinner for even a moment, lifted his head at those words. He wondered if his father had developed dementia for a moment.

His fatherinlaw, the most merchantlike merchant, Song Myung Hwan, seemed restless to form a marriage alliance. Recently, his own lackluster condition reached its peak because of that. What kind of absurdity is this?

Indeed, it wasn’t the first or second time his father’s words and actions were inconsistent.

Seung Yoon turned his eyes as if he was too lazy to react to each one, and he shoved a cut mango into his mouth. It seemed like it had been in the refrigerator, as it was cold enough to make his teeth shiver.

He bit his tongue in annoyance while pulling out a tissue, when his phone vibrated on his thigh. Dodging his father’s eyes, Seung Yoon confirmed the caller was So Hee and stood up without hesitation.

“I have to go now. It’s getting late. It would be night when I arrive at Sejong.”

“Oh my, look at my mind. I was going to send you after dinner.”

His mother stood up, seemingly worried. Congressman Han Ji Chang looked at him as if he was proud of his son engrossed in work.

Having an excuse for the business trip in advance was effective. Seung Yoon stopped his mother who was trying to follow him to the entrance, checked his wristwatch repeatedly, and left the house.

When he stood at the front gate, the sports car that he had asked Secretary Jung to secretly bring beforehand approached, flashing its headlights.

As he received the car key from Secretary Jung who got out of the driver’s seat, Seung Yoon instructed him.

“If there’s a call from home, vaguely tell them the business trip might take longer.”

“Yes, I understand.”

After he made sure he heard Secretary Jung’s response, Seung Yoon was about to get in the car when he suddenly looked back.

“You did a good job.”

Secretary Jung answered by nodding. Seung Yoon was not a jerk every second of the day. The problem was he was an emotional roller coaster and difficult to handle.

Seung Yoon, pleased with his acknowledgment of his subordinate’s effort, got into the driver’s seat with a selfsatisfied face.

His destination was Hotel Lee Gang. He had stopped going to MK, where he was humiliated by Kwon Ki Joo, a long time ago. Hotel Lee Gang was trending with its trendy interior and marketing, even though it wasn’t as good as MK. It was just the right place to bring young and vain women.

After parking his car in the parking lot and boarding the elevator, Seung Yoon straightened his crooked tie. An unpleasant picture suddenly came to his mind.

The scene where Song Eun Chae, wearing a dress, grabbed Kwon Ki Joo’s tie and they were kissing.

No, rather, the gaze they had exchanged was vividly imprinted in his mind. He sensed something unfathomably deep from it. It was an unpleasant memory.

A muted curse left Seung Yoon’s lips as the sound of the elevator’s arrival reached his ears. The doors then opened.

To ventilate the indefinable dirty feeling, Seung Yoon intentionally took a cheery step.

Sitting alone in the lounge Bar, So Hee, who was tired from waiting, immediately noticed him and her eyes sparkled.

“Brother.”

When So Hee, with her curvaceous body, gently swayed and called him, Seung Yoon thought that was enough. Song Eun Chae. Such a woman meant nothing to me.

“Ah, have you been waiting long?”

“No. You had a family meal, remember?”

At her considerate words, Seung Yoon stroked So Hee’s hair and sat down next to her. He then ordered their usual from the bartender recognizing him and straightened his posture.

So Hee pushed a plate filled with green olives, cheese, and cherries closer, pressing her body even more against him. She studied Seung Yoon’s expression.

She knew that there were other women besides her for Seung Yoon. And that, for the most part, the relationship wouldn’t last more than a month.

Every time he broke up with a woman, Seung Yoon invariably gave her a highend gift. No matter how much he strayed, she believed that he’d eventually realize there was no woman better than Kim So Hee. That’s why she always gladly accepted his gifts.

It increased when he confessed he had to marry due to family circumstances.

He gave her an imported car, one of only a few in the country. He said that marriage was just a formality and that nothing would change.

He was a man who had never seemed interested in pleasing anyone other than his parents.

If that’s not love, then what is it?

So Hee believed without a doubt that Seung Yoon’s heart was with her.

Still, she was curious about his marriage partner.

Was it from the time she first heard the news of his marriage? Or was it from the time when he cut her off, saying he didn’t want to talk about that woman after seeing her in the MK Hotel incident?

She couldn’t pinpoint when, but she felt this way.

In the end, she managed to meet Song Eun Chae at the right time and her identity was revealed. She was a bit scared of the consequences.

She believed that Seung Yoon, who hated being vulnerable, could get angry.

But then…

“Were you upset that day?”

When Seung Yoon asked, So Hee asked back by widening her innocent eyes.

“I mean Song Eun Chae. I’m not a scumbag who goes around with a girlfriend in front of his wife. Unfortunately, things happened that way.”

So Hee, who thought she would be accused by Seung Yoon, felt a punch in the stomach. This is really not normal. She thought, but her efforts to keep a straight face made her smile twitch.

But before So Hee could respond, Seung Yoon put down the whiskey glass he just received with a sound.

“Yes. I’m not that kind of scumbag.”

An unknown irritation enveloped Seung Yoon, causing his voice to tremble slightly.

When So Hee tried to comfort him by putting her hand on his shoulder, he impatiently shrugged it off. Then he let out a chuckle.

He tried not to be like that, but Seung Yoon couldn’t tolerate it at all.

In front of the man you’re about to marry, you’ve been with your lover?

That’s impudent, really.

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