Kang Hyun was out of it when they arrived at his home.

When the staff who brought in the items left, a woman who called herself a shopper made a fuss.

“Our secretary has such a small face. The skin is so white and smooth that there’s no need to find a personal color. She will accept anything well.”

She thought Tae Kang Hyun’s shopper was too talkative, but as it turned out, she was a substitute who came because the head of the department who was originally his shopper was on vacation today.

“Since the executive director’s suit is black, I think it would be good to match it with a black dress. This seethrough one is fine too……”
“Let’s go with something else.”
Kang Hyun, who had finished preparing first and sat down on the sofa, frowned as soon as he saw the dress the shopper brought in front of Jian.

He didn’t like the length that didn’t seem to cover the knees, and he couldn’t tolerate the material that clearly showed the skin from above the chest to the sleeves.

It’s pretty, but why.

Jian, who was admiring the gorgeous mini dress she had never worn before, looked up at Kang Hyun, who was sitting across from her with his legs crossed.

His face, which revealed a fierce look by neatly flipping over his bangs, slowly turned left and right.

He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t refuse the person buying it.

“How about this one then? The weather is quite chilly, so velvet isn’t bad. It’s called a square neck, so the neckline is trapezoidal, and the collarbone is slightly exposed, so the necklace we prepared today will stand out more.”
“I like it…….”
“Something else.”
Again, Jian, who was readily accepting the dress, quickly lifted her head.

“You will be the center of attention even if you just stay still. There’s no need to add clothes to it.”
Although it seemed correct, a primal question arose as to why so many clothes were brought if this was the case.

“Ah, yes. Just a moment.”
The shopper, who had significantly reduced her words, picked out the most modest tweed dress among them and glanced at Kang Hyun.

“That’s fine.”
After three attempts, the shopper who safely received confirmation and regained her smile chose a bag and shoes that matched the dress and laid them on the floor.

“Change your clothes in the guest room, we’ll send the rest to Seo Jian’s house.”
“Eh? No! That’s fine. It won’t even fit in my wardrobe.”
As soon as Kang Hyun’s calm voice brushed against her ears, Jian, who jerked her shoulders, waved her hands.

“It won’t fit?”
Kang Hyun inadvertently furrowed his brows.

A wardrobe that couldn’t even hold this much. Can such a useless thing be called a wardrobe?

He couldn’t understand Jian’s incomprehensible words and recalled her house that he had visited last time.

A place that felt cozy in a good way, and narrow in a bad way.

The old lowrise apartment had no dressing room.

Even though she claimed to be happy, it was incredibly lacking from Kang Hyun’s perspective.

“All the homes in the world are not like your home.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend.”
“I know.”
Ji An extended her lips and mumbled.

He was not a man who made light of others’ circumstances due to the superiority of being a chaebol, so he wouldn’t have intended any ill meaning.

“Do you know?”
“Of course, I know. You are a good person.”
“Me?”
A selfdeprecating smile played on his lips as he uttered a statement that could be either a question or a mutter.

Thanks to her adaptability to Taegang Hyun’s emotional ups and downs, Ji An nodded with a broad smile, not swept away in the turmoil.

“You buy me delicious food, you care for my dad’s hospital room, and you give me a good salary. You even pick out clothes for me so that I won’t feel inferior as your subordinate, and most importantly, you saved me twice.”
The man who couldn’t forget her for over four years, searching for her twin to fulfill his deceased lover’s wish, was clearly a good person in Ji An’s eyes.

“Your judgment of people is so poor. How are you going to survive in this harsh world?”
Kang Hyun gave an advice, sincere or joking, to Ji An who was praising him, and his eyes crinkled.

This time, it was a genuine smile.

The warmth of the setting sun lingered on his face for the first time in a while.

“Your words make me feel good, Ms. Seo Ji An.”
“Huh? Oh, thank you… no, I will go change my clothes first!”
Without any room to interrupt, Ji An snatched a dress from the silent shopper’s hand and hurried into the guest room, closing the door behind her.

Leaning against the door with half of her strength drained, Ji An pressed near her solar plexus and sighed deeply.

Her heart pounded in her ears like a loud drum. It was beating so fast, it felt like her insides were spinning.

“Why did he smile like that.”
Her cheeks, turning rosy as if facing a blazing fire, were hot.

Because my words made him feel good?

Without realizing, Ji An clenched her fist, gazing at the rustling, crumpled dress in her hand.

Did he end up liking the same face because he missed Han Seo Yoon so much?