The tension in Jaehee’s brow was enough to form sharp creases, but he still couldn't just yank himself out—doing so carelessly could hurt Suin.
If this went on, they were going to get caught while still connected.
Fuck it.
Jaehee gritted his teeth and pressed Suin’s head against his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around her.
If soone opened the door, at most, they’d only see his back.
It’d be humiliating, sure. But at least he’d shield her.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Suin’s heart pounded violently against his chest.
Tap.
She flinched.
Every faint noise from the other side of the door sent shivers through her.
Even her shallow breathing felt too loud.
Jaehee held her tighter.
It was too late to do anything now.
Even the smallest movent could create an incriminating sound.
The only saving grace was that Jaehee’s broad fra hid most of her.
Of course, her pale legs were exposed, but legs didn’t have faces, so maybe—just maybe—she could endure it.
Ah.
No, wait.
Everyone knew she was dating Executive Director Seo Jaehee.
Shit.
"……"
She silently cursed.
Then—
Bzzzzzzt—
The phone on the desk vibrated.
The sudden noise in the silent room made both of them freeze.
“Hello.”
A deep voice answered the call.
“I’m almost done. I’m doing my patrol of the executive floor.”
The voice belonged to a security officer.
The midnight-to-dawn security rounds… How did I forget about this?
It made sense that Jaehee didn’t care, but I should have known better!
No matter how desperate I was—
Damn love.
“There’s an intruder at the press center? Understood, I’ll head there now.”
The officer’s voice turned urgent before the sound of his shoes pivoting filled the room.
They heard him exit hurriedly.
Then, a ticulous click as he shut the office door.
The sound of his departure faded.
Silence.
“……”
“……He’s gone.”
Jaehee murmured in relief.
But Suin still couldn’t move.
She was too rattled, her breath hitching in small gulps as she remained still.
Jaehee gently stroked her, lowering his lips to her ear.
“He’s gone.”
His whisper was soft, soothing… and dangerously intimate.
Still—
I hate him.
“What if we had gotten caught?”
“I wouldn’t care.”
Her eyes snapped up, sharp and furious.
Jaehee, ever shaless, smiled and kissed the center of her forehead.
Smack.
“You wouldn't care?”
Suin scowled.
The mont she felt safe, her muscles relaxed, her previously tense body loosening.
Jaehee, feeling the shift, smirked.
She pressed against his chest, intending to push him away.
“Let down.”
But instead of pulling out, he pushed in deeper.
“Hngh.”
Her jaw tilted at the sudden intrusion. A small gasp escaped before she bit down on her lip, glaring at him.
Jaehee lazily lifted a brow.
“He’s gone.”
“You don’t know when soone else could co back.”
“The intruder was at the press center. It’ll take them ages to finish a full round.”
Unbothered, Jaehee’s hips rolled.
“And no one ever patrols the sa place twice.”
His voice dripped with teasing heat.
“This ans we can be even safer now.”
“Don’t—”
She had ant to say don’t, but a cry almost slipped out.
“……!”
Terrified that her voice might escape, Suin clenched her jaw.
Jaehee, ignoring her struggle, started moving again.
A sharp thrust.
Thud. Thud.
The cabinet wobbled dangerously.
Like a leaf in a storm, Suin was rocked back and forth, her body no match for his force.
His movents were relentless, as if he intended to snap her in half.
The obscene mix of wet sounds and harsh impacts filled the room.
“Hah, Lee Suin.”
His husky, breathless voice burned against her ears.
“I thought I was going to die from missing you.”
Jaehee sank his teeth into the delicate curve of Suin’s neck, pouring all of his pent-up longing into his movents.
It was rough. Intense.
Like a massive crane slamming into her body over and over again.
Yet, the pleasure that spread through her was undeniable.
Her vision blurred into white-hot dizziness.
“Hngh… too.”
As the heat inside her grew unbearable, Suin surrendered, locking her arms around his neck.
She cupped his sweat-slicked face and sought his lips.
“How are we supposed to endure another ten days?”
His damp lips brushed against hers, his voice thick with regret.
“I’ll miss you too much.”
Their lips collided, tongues intertwining again.
Suin clung to him just as desperately.
He was right.
There was no way she could live without him now.
***
After ten days in Europe, Chairwoman Woo Ilhwa and her delegation returned ho.
To welco them, Hyesung Group executives and employees gathered at the company’s main entrance.
“Welco back, Chairwoman!”
Among them stood Executive Director Seo Jaehee.
Though the one he was truly welcoming was not the Chairwoman, but rather her closest aide.
“Thank you for your hard work, Chairwoman.”
“What’s gotten into you? Since when do you co out to greet ?”
“I had a eting on my way here.”
Jaehee made no effort to hide his real intentions.
Even as he exchanged formalities with Woo Ilhwa, his gaze never strayed from his target—his chief secretary.
His broad shoulders ensured that no one behind him could see his blatant behavior.
Lee Suin.
Suin, fully aware of his attention, remained perfectly composed.
She stubbornly ignored him, forcing Jaehee to furrow his brows in frustration.
Lee Suin.
Watching her son’s obvious antics, Woo Ilhwa clenched her jaw and pinched his thick forearm.
“Cut it out, you brat.”
It was obvious she wanted to smack him.
“Chairwoman, we should head up.”
“I’ll be off to my eting.”
Right on cue, Suin intervened, smoothly guiding Woo Ilhwa away.
Jaehee, straightening up as if nothing had happened, still managed to sneak Suin a knowing glance.
See you tonight.
I should just punch him.
For the first ti, Suin found herself completely sympathizing with Woo Ilhwa.
Before she had left, he had buried himself inside her, insisting “We have to, since we won’t be able to later.”
And now that she was back, he would spend all night tornting her, saying, “We couldn’t do it for ten days.”
Endless.
Yet, despite herself, warmth pooled deep in her stomach.
She was already looking forward to tonight.
I really am just as bad as him.
Clicking her tongue at herself, Suin followed Woo Ilhwa into the elevator while checking a ssage.
“Chairwoman, Vice Chairman Kim Seoncheol has requested a brief eting.”
“Tell him I’ll see him.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Suin promptly relayed the ssage to the Vice Chairman’s secretary.
—The Chairwoman is on her way to the Vice Chairman’s office.
***
“I feel bad for taking up your ti when you’ve just returned from overseas…”
Kim Seoncheol’s deanor was noticeably subdued.
He had been having a rough ti these past few months.
Ever since his involvent in a string of underhanded sches had been exposed—thanks to Suin—he had been left with no choice but to fulfill his promise to Woo Ilhwa.
He had paid off the blackmailer who had targeted Woo Ilhwa and handled the matter quietly.
After that, he had made a decision.
He had finally gone through with his long-delayed divorce.
His wife, Choi Gwangseon, had also stepped down as the director of the art museum, ending a turbulent chapter in their lives.
“I don’t mind. My schedule is open until the afternoon.”
Woo Ilhwa responded calmly, her expression unreadable as she observed his noticeably gaunt face.
It was the first ti they were eting outside of work since everything had unraveled, and there was a heavy sense of awkwardness between them.
Kim Seoncheol, having lost much of his forr arrogance, no longer carried the sa air of defiance.
“I won’t waste your ti.”
After a brief hesitation, he pulled a white envelope from his suit jacket and placed it on the table in front of her.
The bold, calligraphic characters were unmistakable.
—Resignation Letter
“Vice Chairman.”
“I wanted to hand it to you personally.”
As Woo Ilhwa let out a quiet sigh, he cut her off.
“I’ve thought it over countless tis, and this is the right decision. I was pathetic—driven by petty revenge, trying to bring you down. And I was a fool to cover up my wife’s corruption.”
His voice was calr than it had ever been, yet resolute.
“I have no face to show you for the rest of my term. Please accept this.”
“I cannot.”
Woo Ilhwa rejected him imdiately.
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