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It was evening by the time I-ryeong returned to the annex. After changing her clothes, she entered the study and stayed there without coming out.
Every time she resolved one issue, another bombshell seemed ready to explode elsewhere. She wanted to clear her mind amidst this suffocating situation.
She had already sent Choi Matron home for the day. Not feeling hungry, she skipped the neatly prepared dinner. Her tangled thoughts kept hunger at bay.
“I’ll make sure you’re not short on pocket money.”
That bastard’s taunt wouldn’t leave her mind.
She worked because she wanted to. Supporting her busy husband wasn’t unpleasant, but she didn’t want to let go of her work either.
I-jun hadn’t objected, so she continued working. Moreover, he never once mentioned her salary—acting as if he had no interest in how she spent her earnings from the start.
Her husband had never made her feel self-conscious, yet after meeting Dong-ha today, she found herself overly aware of how others might perceive her.
Lost in layers of worry about how she appeared to others, she remained in the study for hours, unaware of time passing.
Since taking on the interim CEO role, I-jun’s work hours had stretched longer. Determined to shed the “interim” label, he immersed himself even deeper in his work than before.
Today, too, he returned late. After quietly surveying the annex, he headed straight upstairs without changing his clothes.
His intuition screamed at him. His beloved wife was definitely in the study.
“It’s me. Are you here?”
Specifically, his study.
“Yes, honey. I’m here.”
When he knocked and entered, he found his wife alone in the room.
The faint scent of the perfume she’d worn that morning lingered in the air—it seemed she had sprayed it around the study after entering.
Each of her little actions was endearing. But what could be troubling her so much that she sat alone in a study that wasn’t even hers?
“Did you eat dinner?”
“I didn’t have an appetite, so I skipped it.”
She greeted him with a gloomy expression, seated on the single-person sofa.
“My wife seems a bit down today. Am I right?”
I-ryeong nodded without hesitation.
Seeing how openly she expressed her emotions now filled I-jun with satisfaction. He quickly moved closer to her.
“Come here.”
Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms and sat down on the sofa with her. The dress she wore, which ended just above her knees, revealed her fair legs.
“Why does my girl look so glum today?”
His hand slid down her waist and rested on her thigh, where her skirt had ridden up slightly.
“Can you tell me what’s bothering you? I’m ready to listen to anything.”
His fingers traced gentle circles on her soft skin, easing the heavy atmosphere.
Under his playful touch, she smiled softly, as if her earlier worries had vanished.
“Honey.”
The term of endearment rolled off her tongue naturally now.
“I’ve been thinking about something.”
By now, his hand was gently pinching her soft cheek.
How could he ignore her when she puffed up her cheeks like that while smiling? With great care, I-jun listened intently as he touched her.
“Tell me, do you dislike me working?”
“What do you mean by that?”
His hand paused mid-pinch. Had something happened at the store? Concern began to creep in.
He regretted letting her work at headquarters. Anxiety grew alongside his unease.
“I haven’t received any special reports. Did something happen?”
“Yes, something did.”
At I-jun’s instruction, guards stationed at Dogok-dong managed the shop specifically for her protection. Every day, he received updates on her comings and goings, and nothing unusual had been reported today either.
“Do you know how much my salary is?”
I-ryeong rubbed her cheek against his hand as she asked the question. Seeing his worried expression, she hoped to lighten the mood a little.
“Your salary? Hmm...”
Her unexpected question left him at a loss.
Even as an executive and interim CEO, he hadn’t paid close attention to her paycheck.
At the company, she was just an ordinary employee, so he hadn’t felt the need to use his position to inquire about her earnings.
“Is your salary not being paid properly? Is it delayed?”
Though there were issues with the ownership group, the company’s funds were stable.
“Are you joking?”
Seeing his serious expression, I-ryeong couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’m not joking.”
“I love it when you make that face.”
He caressed her cool cheeks, transferring his warmth to her.
His sharp gaze softened completely, as if he’d never been tense.
“I have something to tell you.”
“I’m ready to listen.”
His voice relaxed as well.
“But promise me you won’t get mad.”
Still uneasy, she extended her hand, asking for a pinky promise.
Caught off guard, he chuckled softly and hooked his finger with hers.
After much deliberation, I-ryeong finally fished a business card out of her pocket.
“Take a look.”
She handed him the card.
“A building manager? What’s this?”
He turned the simple card over, puzzled. It only had a phone number, job title, and address—nothing else.
“You remember that bastard, right?”
She lightly drew small circles on his chest with her fingertip as she continued.
“That bastard…”
“What about him?”
The expression on his face, which had been focused on the business card, changed in an instant.
A vivid vein bulged on his smooth neck, and his eyes clouded over with anger.
“He came to the store today. He said he was a customer.”
“Why didn’t you contact me? Did something bad happen?”
His previously relaxed demeanor turned urgent.
The fact that the guard hadn’t noticed him because he posed as a customer only confirmed his ulterior motives, fueling I-jun’s rage.
“So, did this bastard give you this card?”
“Yes. He told me to contact him. I thought about throwing it away but brought it instead.”
Realizing who the card belonged to, I-jun scrutinized it carefully. His eyes narrowed at a familiar phrase.
“Actually, something did happen.”
“What?”
At her words, his gaze snapped up from the card.
I-jun tucked the card away and lifted her into his arms as he stood up from the sofa. Judging by her expression, it didn’t seem like she’d encountered anything violent.
“I-ryeong.”
“Yes, honey.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her gaze shimmering with playful allure.
He didn’t dislike the sight at all. In fact, excitement surged through him, washing away the fatigue he’d carried home from work.
“Did he try to seduce you? How dare he touch what’s mine?”
“Yes... he tried to seduce me.”
Carefully, he sat her on the desk, her skirt rolled up provocatively.
The sight caused a stirring in his lower body, heat pooling rapidly.
“So that’s why he gave you this card?”
He held up the card again.
“Yes...”
After hearing her response, he tucked it carefully into his jacket pocket.
“How did it go?”
Still caressing her legs wrapped around his waist, he revealed a hint of jealousy in his tone.
He hadn’t yet visited the Gangnam Center himself, out of consideration for how it might make the employees uncomfortable given their relationship as a married couple.
But now, knowing that bastard had shown up there made his blood boil.
“Were you happy to see him?”
His deep, raspy voice dripped with unhidden jealousy. He then hooked her slender legs over his shoulders.
I-ryeong naturally leaned back onto the desk, covering her exposed intimate area with both hands as she continued.
“He said he wanted to meet secretly behind your back. He pitied me for working even after marriage and offered to give me ‘pocket money.’”
“That bastard dared say such things? And you just let him go?”
He ground his teeth, swallowing the rising frustration.
“The reason I don’t know your salary is because it’s yours, not mine.”
He had told her to manage her own earnings since she might need money without him knowing.
“But my money is yours too.”
“Yes, I know. Your thoughtfulness.”
Even though he said it was fine, he had handed over his personal bank account to her.
Though they had asset managers due to the large sums involved, sharing their financial flows was symbolic of their marital trust.
“Here’s the thing—my husband doesn’t care about my salary, but when that guy touched on it, I got angry.”
“What do you want me to do about it?”
The couple exchanged bright expressions while speaking. Their flushed faces radiated excitement rather than distress.
To them, Cho Dong-ha meant nothing. He was just another piece of trash littering the streets—nothing more.
“If I ask you to punish him, will you?”
“Of course.”
I-jun’s anger faded, replaced by burning desire.
Since earlier, all he could think about was sinking his teeth into the creamy leg draped over his shoulder.
“You punish him. Make sure he never comes near us again.”
“You should’ve told me sooner.”
He growled low, baring his teeth.
“I’ll crush him soon enough so he can’t even come close…”
Unable to hold back any longer, he pulled her knee closer, pressing it firmly against him. I-ryeong let out a soft moan, twisting her hips.
“But first, you deserve some punishment.”
“I-jun...”
By now, her hands, which had been covering her intimate area, were brushed aside. Her rolled-up skirt revealed white panties that seemed to glow with presence.
“Since when have you been like this?”
His gaze fell hungrily on her glistening, secret place.
A sultry scent wafted through her soaked panties, as if silently begging to be devoured.
“You’re going to be punished all night long.”
He cupped her full breasts until they overflowed in his hands, then swiftly removed her panties in one motion.
Her rolled-up panties dropped to the floor, igniting the couple’s passion further.
I-jun spread her drenched folds wide with both hands. Her pink flesh, slick with arousal, welcomed him eagerly.
“Mmm... Honey.”
Despite her aroused moans, he didn’t remove his clothes. Instead, he pressed his palm against her, rubbing gently until it was soaked with her juices.
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