In the end, when Eun Chae’s turn came, she chose to throw off her headset and earplugs without regret.

“What is this?”

How could Kwon Ki Joo look at her so foxlike, as if wronged?

“With such unbelievable skill, how can you be so shameless……”

“It was just 8 points.”

That as an excuse? Eun Chae glared at him with a dumbfounded face.

“It was clear that you were going easy.”

Unaware that the ridiculous excuse made her more frustrated, he quietly followed Eun Chae, who was removing her bulletproof vest and getting up.

The owner of the shooting range was rather obtuse.

“Are you a shooting player? Wow, no joke.”

I mean, why would a shooting player work as a bodyguard? Holding down the urge to shoot back, the owner said to Eun Chae as she walked.

“You are also amazing. It’s really hard to control the recoil. This is the first time I’ve seen a woman doing so well.”

She would have been delighted with the compliment in the past, but the defeated Eun Chae could only respond with an awkward smile.

As she stepped out of the shooting range building, a cool breeze blew. It swept away the heat rising in her face and neck.

“The bet.”

Eun Chae, who stopped in her tracks, turned around and glared softly. His face was calm, neither intoxicated by victory nor modest.

Going further from here would be embarrassing. Eun Chae reminded herself of that and said in a softened voice.

“Speak.”

“……”

“Other than ‘don’t get married, postpone it’.”

Had it been two years ago, she would have hoped for exactly that request, but not now. Eun Chae now knew that waking up from a prince’s kiss like a princess is only possible in fairy tales.

She thought it was possible to comply but not obey.

“…… You can say what you want, but should I crawl?”

“……”

“Stay with me today, then. Without complaining.”

Eun Chae couldn’t answer immediately to the unexpected request and her face crumpled.

“Why that face?”

“……”

“Did you think I would just waste this opportunity?”

He asked nonchalantly and laughed. It was neither mockery nor scorn. If you had to pin it down, it was gloating.

It’s normal to be uncomfortable with this audacity. Why is it pleasant?

“I plan to stay at Mr. Han Seung Yoon’s resort.”

“So, there.”

He chuckled and slipped one hand into his trouser pocket.

When Eun Chae just stared wideeyed without much reaction, Ki Joo ambled closer. Then, bending his upper body, he brought his face close. Eun Chae’s pupils flickered for a moment. Not missing that instant, he cooed.

“I didn’t say anything else. Let’s just be together.”

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Seung Yoon was washing his hands with a thick hand wash, pressing the pumping container as if to break it.

Then he scratched the back of his hand and screamed. When he bent his arm and looked, there were long nail marks between the foam on the back of his hand. Seeing that, Seung Yoon threw the hand wash in anger and spat out a curse.

“Old bastards who can’t shake hands, did they get possessed by a dead ghost?”

Seung Yoon was fed up with his father’s social activities to solidify his position. Those who socialize with the congressman stick and unstick as needed, just like bats. Not to mention Chairman Song Myung Hwan, who looks generous on the outside but is sinister.

Seung Yoon, supporting himself on the washbasin and glaring at the mirror, was full of irritation.

Aren’t a husband and wife supposed to be one? The husband is serving as a runner with all his heart for both families, but where the hell did his wife go?

No matter how shattered… No, it was trust that never existed from the start. But Seung Yoon thought it was too much, no matter what.

After thinking about it carefully, he concluded that Song Eun Chae was now acting impulsively. There’s no way she could have made eye contact with just a security guard.

Right. Her pride was hurt. The only thing she, a woman who lacked nothing, couldn’t control was marriage. It made sense that she would explode when ignored by her partner.

Seung Yoon admitted that it was entirely his mistake. He thought she was a gentle cat, but she turned out to be a lion hiding her claws. He had stepped on those claws without knowing anything.

Chewing his lower lip, Seung Yoon thought hard. He couldn’t keep dragging along the worsened relationship, he needed to bow his head once. However, he was determined not to allow getting slapped again. He would become more thorough.

Wiping his hands with a towel, Seung Yoon, who had come out of the bathroom, prepared to leave and opened the door. Secretary Jung, who had been waiting in front of the door, immediately approached and whispered.

“Miss Song Eun Chae has checked in to room 1602.”

Seung Yoon, who nodded dryly, trudged down the corridor. He had been wrapped up in Song Eun Chae’s face and had forgotten, but he had an abundance of ways to handle angry women.

Soon after, Seung Yoon casually took the elevator, pressing the button for the floor where room 1602 was located. Then he waved off Secretary Jung who was trying to follow him.

He seemed to be going to stay in room 1602 for quite a while.

A notification sound rang in Seung Yoon’s ear, who was smiling with the corners of his mouth turned up. The elevator had arrived at its destination.

As he fiddled with his attire, Seung Yoon walked down the corridor. It was a corridor identical to the floor he was on, but he had the feeling it was excessively quiet.

Seung Yoon, who stood in front of room 1602 without caring, pressed the bell without hesitation. After a moment of silence, the door opened.

The color of Seung Yoon, who was about to recite the lines he had prepared, turned pale.

“…Why are you…?”

Seeing a face he didn’t expect, Seung Yoon immediately scowled.

“That’s unfortunate.”

Kwon Ki Joo spoke, his face showing no regret. Because of that, Seung Yoon felt like his blood was rushing backwards. He tried to glance inside, but he could barely see past the man standing like a utility pole.

“Are these people completely insane now? How dare they, in here…!”

As an excited Seung Yoon tried to push the door and enter, he stood firm as a rock, seemingly unwilling to move. Not only that, he even put his long index finger to his lips and warned him with a shushing sound.

Seung Yoon, who had never been treated this way by anyone, was dumbfounded.

Kwon Ki Joo, turning his body around gracefully, shut the door with a thud.

“Then, excuse me.”

Just before the door closed, Kwon Ki Joo’s low voice sounded as calm as could be, making Seung Yoon’s hair stand on end. The door closed with a thud, and Seung Yoon, regaining his senses, cursed and pressed the bell.

Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.

Even though he rang the bell like a madman, there was no response from inside. Even when Seung Yoon, unable to hold back his anger, pounded on the door with his fist, it was the same.

“Huh?”

Seung Yoon’s mouth fell open involuntarily.

Wait. How was that bastard dressed? Was his hair wet?

Despite trying to recall urgently, he couldn’t remember because he had been so excited. The absence of memory only fueled his imagination.

A man and a woman who had taken a shower, a bed, exchanging loving gazes….

All that filled his mind were all sorts of vulgar imaginings.

The corners of Seung Yoon’s mouth twitched and then he let out a hollow laugh, tilting his body. His eyes staring at the tightly closed door even turned bloodshot.

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