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When the door opened, the dim interior of the house felt different from before, carrying an unfamiliar weight.
So this was the home she returned to every evening by herself.
While he had enjoyed commuting with her, she had spent her evenings alone in this gloomy space.
The half-light from the streetlamp filtering through the half-window filled him with a deep sense of melancholy.
“Let’s hurry and move out.”
Min-Hyuk spoke as if voicing his thoughts, and Joo-Eun nodded lightly, understanding his meaning without needing clarification.
“When Mom gets discharged…”
“I heard her surgery is scheduled for next week.”
“Yes.”
As much as he wanted to pack up all her belongings right then and there, he couldn’t disrupt her life so recklessly.
She had given him permission to stand by her side, but not to interfere with her daily routine.
Min-Hyuk sighed softly, suppressing his growing desires, while Joo-Eun turned on the lights throughout the house.
“Mom has done so much for me over the years. I’ve only realized it now that she’s been gone for a few days and the house is already a mess. Please understand.”
“It looks clean enough to me.”
Min-Hyuk didn’t notice any particular mess—except in the kitchen.
“I got caught up making kimbap in the morning and ended up leaving late… I didn’t have time to clean up before heading to work.”
Flustered, Joo-Eun quickly began clearing the countertops.
“The kimbap was delicious.”
“You ate it?”
“Both rolls.”
Joo-Eun froze mid-action, her eyes widening in disbelief.
“You ate both rolls and still acted like you were upset?”
“It’s true that it was delicious, and yes, I ate both rolls—but you gave it to Byeon Jang-Wook. What if he had eaten it all by himself?”
“But I trusted that wouldn’t happen, which is why I gave it to him.”
“Don’t trust anyone except me.”
She narrowed her eyes at his words, glancing sideways at him skeptically.
“Really? You’re someone I can trust, right?”
Min-Hyuk cleared his throat awkwardly.
“Of course.”
“And I can trust that you won’t disturb me while I cook, right?”
“Ha. What kind of person do you take me for? I’ll stay far away, Chef.”
He had secretly worried she might misinterpret his intentions when they arrived, but seeing her relaxed demeanor reassured him. She smiled and washed her hands at the sink.
“Wait thirty minutes. I’ll make you some soybean paste stew.”
“My mouth’s already watering.”
Instead of telling her not to get his hopes up, Joo-Eun flashed a meaningful smile, confident in her signature dish.
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Min-Hyuk slowly took in every corner of her space.
So she liked these kinds of books, these colors, these photos.
Then his gaze fell upon a framed picture tucked away in the corner. He picked it up.
“Ah… So this was her.”
A child smiling with missing front teeth.
The very image he had seen countless times in his dreams.
If he had seen this photo on the day he visited her home at his mother’s invitation, would he have realized sooner?
No—perhaps this timing was perfect.
Had he discovered the truth about the pension incident during the period when she kept pushing him away, she might have left without looking back.
He was grateful everything had come to light after her feelings for him had deepened.
He lightly traced the glass covering the photograph.
The child he had longed to meet again was now outside, cooking stew for him.
Even thinking about it made him feel like he was living in a dream.
Unable to bear being apart from her even for a moment, Min-Hyuk set the frame down and headed back to the kitchen.
Her busy movements were adorable and endearing.
Leaning against the dining table, Min-Hyuk watched her every motion intently.
His gaze lingered especially on her slim waist tied with a bright red apron.
Sensing his presence, she turned around amid her flurry of activity.
“Keep watching. You’ll have to wait another ten minutes.”
“Don’t mind me. Keep going.”
“Okay, I’m working hard here because of the guest glaring at me without sitting down… Ugh, it’s hot.”
Joo-Eun removed the hair tie from her wrist, biting it with her lips before using her fingers to sweep her hair up.
It was just tying her hair back, but the exposed nape of her neck severed his self-control.
Despite maintaining relative calm until now, desire began to smolder within him.
The bubbling soybean paste stew seemed to mirror his turbulent emotions.
After wrapping the hair tie around her hair a couple of times, she resumed her work with renewed energy, bustling between the fridge and stove.
Noticing his expression, she suddenly froze.
“What? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t disturb me?”
“I’m just looking.”
“How is that ‘just looking’? It’s practically touching me with your eyes!”
At her teasing remark, his gaze darkened further, as if asking how she could read him so well.
“To think you can read my eyes. Truly, you are my destined woman.”
“Hmm… W-Want a taste?”
Before she could deflect the conversation by offering a spoon, he strode over and turned off the gas stove.
“Why…? It still needs to boil more…”
“It’s boiled enough for me.”
Enough to overflow, in fact.
Pulling her close, he claimed her lips hungrily.
“!”
Startled, she reflexively spread her fingers wide, causing the spoon to clatter noisily onto the floor.
Ignoring the noise, Min-Hyuk devoured her lips with reckless abandon.
The kiss was overwhelmingly intense, making him wonder how he had restrained himself until now.
When he moved to leave marks along her exposed neck, she let out a soft moan and pushed him away.
“H-Hyungnim… Why all of a sudden…”
“Don’t tie your hair up in front of other men. It drives me crazy.”
She wanted to say it was only because of his biased affection, but all that escaped were gasps and heavy breaths.
“Haa… You said you wouldn’t disturb me… Huff…”
“If you’re asking whether I came here intending to do this, I apologize. From the start, I wanted nothing else.”
With hunger unleashed, there was no stopping him.
The beast who had waited so long to claim her tonight seemed intent on filling the evening not with stew, but with her.
Amid fervent kisses, they instinctively gravitated toward the couch.
While her mind grew hazy from their entangled tongues and lips, Min-Hyuk deftly unbuttoned his shirt with swift precision.
Once all the buttons were undone, he shrugged off the white dress shirt and tossed it aside.
For a fleeting moment, his bronzed physique came into view—a masterpiece carved by a sculptor, beautiful beyond belief.
Just moments ago, she thought he had drained her of all saliva, yet somehow her mouth watered again.
Her body reacted before her mind could catch up, as if anticipating the sensations his chiseled form would bring.
“Am I the only one undressing here?”
No sooner had he spoken than her clothes joined his shirt on the floor.
“We should probably draw the curtains…”
Blushing, Joo-Eun crossed her arms defensively over her chest, accentuating her curves even more.
Struggling to resist the urge to taste her, he abruptly stood up.
Only then did she fully take in the sight of him, her mouth falling open.
More than before…
It was overwhelming, almost beyond comprehension.
“Is this enough?”
He lowered the blinds and asked.
Joo-Eun blinked rapidly, shaking her head as though denying what she saw.
“Lower them more?”
“Yes… Lower them. They’re too high…”
“Hmm?”
“What?”
“What did you just say?”
“Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”
Realizing something, Min-Hyuk smirked faintly and approached her with determined strides.
Without hesitation, he climbed atop her, pressing his formidable arousal against her stomach.
“Remember what I said back then?”
“What… What do you mean?”
“Compound interest.”
Ah, that word…
There was no pretending ignorance after hearing it so many times. Shyly, Joo-Eun nodded.
He lifted each of her arms above her head, pinning them down.
“You’d better prepare yourself. I plan to collect everything owed. I wasn’t joking.”
As soon as he uttered the low warning, he claimed the skin he had longed to taste, sucking deeply.
When he nibbled gently with his teeth, her back arched like a bow.
“Haaat!”
The moment he had waited so long for unfolded—sometimes hurried, sometimes teasingly slow, and sometimes with maddening intensity.
Once on the living room couch, then again on the bed.
Even as Joo-Eun collapsed, panting heavily, Min-Hyuk showed no signs of fatigue, relentlessly pursuing her.
“I told you. Compound interest is terrifying.”
“Ahhhk…”
She whimpered, and he lifted her delicate ankle, placing it over his shoulder once more.
‘How can you do this again… Beast…’
Looking up at him with teary eyes, he raised an eyebrow as if to ask why she had starved this dangerous creature for so long.
The ensuing waves of pleasure crashed over her mercilessly.
“Haaat… G-Go slower…!”
Her pleas went unheard as his movements grew more intense, the old bed creaking loudly under their weight.
How many cries escaped her lips? He held nothing back, pouring out his pent-up lust until her voice grew hoarse.
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The whiskey glass in his wrinkled hand swayed pleasantly.
He had feared disaster if GB Group withdrew its support, but witnessing his son reel in bigger fish filled Chairman Jung with quiet pride.
“It seems my blood runs strong in him,” he murmured to himself, swirling the glass with satisfaction.
His voice dripped with self-admiration as he flicked his finger toward the trembling liquid.
From the shadows behind him, a secretary approached swiftly, bowing low. The woman who had been draped over his leg like a snake shifted slightly.
“Your orders, Chairman?”
“Tell that girl to come see me tomorrow.”
“Eh? But… If Young Master finds out…”
“He’ll assume I approve if I stay silent. A light warning is necessary.”
Of course, such riffraff would tremble and collapse at even the slightest threat.
Chairman Jung chuckled cruelly, his hand wandering over the woman’s knee—until the door burst open.
“Before you meet her, you need to meet me.”
The one person who should never have appeared.
At Jin-Sook’s unexpected entrance, the three froze in shock.
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