Jian, who was heading towards her designated accommodations, turned her steps around and descended to the resort lobby.
She wanted to shake off the remaining influence of the alcohol and take a stroll by the dark sea.
Although it was still raining considerably, she wanted to hear the sound of the waves crashing against the rocky cliffs.
Picking up an umbrella that was freely provided at the entrance for use, Jian noticed her light purse too late and frowned.
“Ah, the cell phone.”
“Miss Jian, your cell phone is here.”
“Mother!”
She was definitely alone. Startled by a whispering voice near her neck, Jian threw her umbrella away.
Thump thump, the thick rain soaked her in an instant.
“Why did you leave it in the room? Did you want me to bring it to you?”
Jian stepped back two steps to avoid Jin Ho, who was approaching to share his umbrella.
“No, give it to me.”
“Are, are you shy? I thought, gulp, I thought you were different from other girls when you first smiled at me.”
What on earth is this guy babbling about?
Jian extended her hand, contemplating whether to kick this man’s shin, who was holding someone else’s cell phone and talking nonsense.
“Give me the cell phone.”
“Let’s exchange numbers first.”
The umbrella, along with the extravagant arm, was swiftly raised. Jian’s hand, which tried to snatch the cell phone, whipped the air.
“Mr. Park Jin Ho, I’m not joking right now.”
“Me neither, I’m trying to be friends with Miss Jian.”
They say that all sorts of crazy people run the world, but she wondered where this lunatic came from.
Jian’s tightly closed lips became parched. The cold seeping into her rainsoaked body caused her body temperature to drop.
She quickly changed her mind, thinking she might get into trouble if she tried to deal with it alone.
She decided to abandon her cell phone, which had only a little time left on the contract, and return to the resort to ask for help.
She tried to ignore the man and pass by, but her way was quickly blocked.
“Get out of the way.”
“I’m not done with my story, argh!”
“Should I end your life first?”
“Ah, it hurts! My arm, my arm!”
When Kang Hyun, who appeared like a ghost, twisted the man’s thick arm, Jian’s cell phone rolled on the ground.
I wasn’t sure if we could intervene because it seemed like the person arguing with her was a coworker.
He was about to call Jian anyway.
He had run out in a hurry, leaving Seok Won, who had asked what was happening, after receiving a call from the guard who was supposed to be watching her back.
“Who the hell hired this guy.”
Scrubbing his irritated face with an annoyed hand, Kang Hyun let go of the man’s arm as if he was throwing it.
“Let’s go in.”
The first thing to do was to bring the pale and frozen Jian inside.
Kang Hyun carefully draped an arm over Ji An’s thin shoulders, leaving Seok Won, who had hurriedly followed, to take care of things behind him, and went into the resort.
Kang Hyun, who had been on edge and pacing the living room, took out a bottle of whiskey neatly arranged on the home bar and poured himself a glass.
Among the numerous troubling things on his mind, the added troubles had paralyzed his sanity.
“Damn it.”
Cursing under his breath, he had finished about two glasses of whiskey when Ji An, who had just finished showering with warm water, came out into the living room after changing into clothes Seok Won had brought from her suitcase.
“Director! Why are you still like this? You’ll catch a cold.”
Ji An, thinking he was going to shower in the other bathroom, chastised Kang Hyun, who was sitting at the dining table in his damp knit attire.
From the looks of the haphazardly hung wet towel, it seemed like he had only hastily dried off.
“Who’s worried about who now.”
“….I’m sorry. I should’ve been more careful.”
With a gloomy face, Ji An pouted her lips. If she had taken good care of her phone, things would not have turned out like this.
“It’s not something you should apologize to me for…. Sit down first. Were you scared a lot?”
As her flushed cheeks slowly paled, Kang Hyun raised his shaking hand and momentarily covered his eyes.
He wanted to consciously avoid those eyes, which would have cooled down as if he had left her standing in the chilly winter.
“No, I was just about to kick his shin if he tried any nonsense.”
“Pretending to be tough.”
With a smirk, the sound of his laughter deflated as Kang Hyun refilled his empty glass.
“You should go shower quickly. Or at least change your clothes.”
“I don’t want to.”
You don’t want to?
Hearing the defiant tone in his voice, Ji An, who doubted her ears, opened her red lips.
“Are you a frog?”
“A frog?”
“No, I’m telling you to shower because I’m worried about your health. Why aren’t you listening to me?”
Ji An placed her hands on her waist in front of Kang Hyun, who was soaking wet and sipping on strong alcohol.
“Leave me alone.”
Kang Hyun leaned his limp body against the backrest.
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