The premonitory symptoms before the memories return.

Jianne concluded that the scenes that occasionally came like dreams held a slight confusion, fear, and anticipation. A lot of meaning was contained in Jianne’s shaking pupils.

Although the unfamiliar emotions accompanying the lost memories were strange, she wanted to recover her memory as soon as possible.

“Sure.”

Kang Hyun nodded indifferently. With Jianne’s recent frequent abnormal behavior, he could somewhat anticipate it.

Seeing Jianne absentmindedly searching the floor for dangerous glass shards, he sensed that the familiar person and environment must have triggered it.

Though his heart created dissonance, he now had to practice accepting it without hesitation.

“A certain woman came to mind; it was definitely a voice I’ve heard before. Judging by the mention of a mistress, it seems like the wife of a man I’ve met.”

“What?”

“She told me that if I didn’t want to be stamped as a mistress at a young age, I should break up. I wish I could remember her face…”

Kang Hyun chuckled. If Kim Soye appeared before him again, he might really consider throttling her. And he wanted to hand over his neck to Seoyoon, who had regained her memory.

“Let’s wipe your hands first.”

Kang Hyun, pulling Jianne’s hand under the lukewarm water stream, splashed the area where the water had passed with foam made directly on his palm.

“If it’s cold, let me know.”

Jianne looked up at Kang Hyun with eyes clouded like soapy water permeating through her fingers. The sensation of fingers that slid softly, slipped, and the gentle undertones seemed to captivate her as her vision blurred, and her mouth curled.

“Where did you learn this?”

“What do I have to learn specifically?”

“Who gets their hands washed, not a child.”

“I thought you were playing in the milk mess like a child.”

“I didn’t mean to make fun of you; strange memories just came up.”

Jianne mumbled briefly, then burst into a shy smile.

“Amusing.”

A fluffy towel enveloped Jianne’s hands.

Enjoying the careful touch wiping off moisture as if touching a sandcastle that could collapse at any moment, Jianne impulsively lifted her heel.

A soft, fragrant sensation stuck to her lips and then fell away. Kang Hyun, covering his mouth momentarily with his hand after being stolen a quick kiss, lowered his head onto Jianne’s shoulder.

“Why, why are you like this? Does it hurt?”

Kang Hyun pressed his forehead against the soft shoulders with concern.

“Because I like it.”

The tense atmosphere softened as Jianne’s worried expression gave way to a disappointed laugh.

On the bed, with only a mere kiss that reddened her neck, such a nostalgic reaction.

Jianne gently stroked Kang Hyun’s head with a slow touch.

“Take a shower and change your clothes.”

How wonderful it would be if time stopped like this.

Kang Hyun, who had tightly closed eyes, swallowed a large sigh as he straightened his waist, thinking about the times when his gaze was fixed.
“Presenting breakfast to the executive… Ah, right! Stew! I need to add tofu and pumpkin.”

“I’ll do it, so go wash up for now.”

After looking down at her milk-soaked clothes and shaking her head, Jianne was about to leave the bathroom when she turned to look at Kanghyun.

“How many times have you been in and out? You’re already familiar with this house. No, you’re like a god, finding salt, pots, and pans in no time. It’s like you’re possessed.”

While Jianne excitedly chattered, Kanghyun’s face darkened with a hint of sarcasm.

I wish you hadn’t thought deeply about anything in this house.

So that the farewell could have come a bit more slowly.

In the bitter words that Kanghyun chose to spit out from his bitter mouth, he added a somewhat playful remark.

“I’ll even help you shower if you need it.”

Jianne, who was shocked, clamped her mouth shut. Seeing Kanghyun, who seemed like he would undress if she continued to hesitate, she quickly ran to the guest room with a suitcase.

Seated on the bed, with her knees hugged, Gusehui meticulously trimmed her already shortening nails.

Due to her lack of vitality, dark circles formed under her eyes as her face turned even paler.

Trapped in the bedroom under the investigator’s thorough surveillance, Gusehui trembled with anxiety for three days and nights.

The smoothly passing daily life had already been shattered.

Now, it was only a matter of time before Sejun, with no place to hide, was caught on this narrow land.

Drrr.

The phone, which had been silent for a while, vibrated loudly.

Gusehui, startled and wide-eyed, looked at the phone.

Her hand holding the phone trembled as she saw the unfamiliar area code.

In the brief moment of hesitation, whether to answer or not, the bedroom door opened without a knock.

“Gusehui, answer the phone.”

Gusehui, resentfully glaring at the approaching investigator, pressed the answer button.

“Hello?”

A voice with a dry throat flowed from the parched vocal cords.

Uh, Miss, hoo…

“Sejun, is it you?”