His voice was utterly cold.
Thanks to that, Yujin could face him without being dragged down by the shadows of the past.
Get a grip, it’s already over.
"Just... I ca out for a walk and ended up here. What about you?"
This ti, he wouldn’t be able to avoid it.
As Yujin spoke, he realized Winston had skillfully dodged answering.
So sharp, as always.
Winston replied in the sa emotionless voice.
"I just ca to find you. I have sothing to say."
"Sothing to say? To ?"
Yujin blinked wide-eyed, not even imagining Winston had co up with an excuse in that brief mont thanks to buying ti by reversing the question.
"It's not to cancel the contract."
As if reading the fleeting hope that had risen in Yujin’s heart, Winston imdiately and coldly denied it.
Of course not.
Yujin quickly slumped in disappointnt.
The will wouldn’t change anyway.
As he tried to focus on Winston’s words again, Yujin frowned slightly.
Even though they were so distance apart, Winston, already tall, looked enormous on horseback.
Before Winston could open his mouth again, Yujin spoke first, grumbling softly.
"Hey, could you get down from the horse? Unless you’re trying to break my neck."
He even added a forced smile, seeking consent, but Winston's expression remained unchanged.
As expected, he pretended not to hear.
Yujin thought so, but surprisingly, he felt indifferent.
Maybe he had already anticipated it unconsciously.
Just as that crossed his mind—
Winston suddenly moved.
As he smoothly raised his long legs and dismounted, Yujin’s eyes widened in shock.
Winston lightly patted the horse’s neck and walked towards him, still expressionless.
His eyes fixed straight on Yujin.
In just a few steps, Winston stood right in front of him and opened his mouth.
"McCoy will co today to check the docunts and proceed legally.
The wedding and reception will be held at the estate."
Yujin was still dazed that Winston had listened to his request and got off the horse to face him like this, but now what he said left him even more dumbfounded.
So we’re really getting married.
Winston and I.
"Uh... yeah."
Still not grasping reality, Yujin replied awkwardly.
None of it felt real.
The fact that Winston was right in front of him, and that they were going to get married.
Maybe I’m dreaming too realistically?
Even though Yujin reacted half-heartedly in confusion, Winston continued indifferently.
"My secretary will handle the preparations. You just do as you’re told.
The date has been decided. That’s fine, right?"
"You already set the date?"
Didn’t he say they were just submitting the docunts?
Surprised, Yujin asked, but Winston casually answered.
"Is there any reason to drag this out?
Our goal is clear."
"That’s... true."
Yujin reluctantly agreed with a sigh and asked.
"So when is it?"
As he thought about how to explain this to Angela, his mind already felt blank.
But when he heard the answer, his head went completely empty.
"Two weeks from now."
"Two weeks?"
Without realizing it, he repeated the words.
Winston twisted his lips into a mocking smile.
"Yeah. What’s the problem?
Wouldn’t it be better for you to get this over with quickly too?"
He was clearly talking about executing the will.
Winston obviously wanted to get it done and kick Yujin out of the estate as soon as possible.
Of course, Yujin would run away before that.
"No problem."
Shaking his head, Yujin answered plainly.
Winston soon wrapped up the conversation.
"If you need anything, tell Cain. He’ll pass it on to my secretary."
"...Got it."
Yujin answered reluctantly to the business-like tone.
Reality was closing in, he could feel it, but he wasn’t ready.
Two weeks...
A heavy sigh escaped him.
"Is that all you have to say? About the marriage?"
Running his hand through his hair as if drained, Yujin asked helplessly.
But Winston didn’t answer.
As he just stared at Yujin in silence, the latter grew uneasy and called his na softly.
"Winston?"
Winston visibly flinched.
As Yujin stared curiously, sothing like embarrassnt flickered in Winston’s eyes.
Maybe it was a mistake.
No, it had to be.
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Then, Winston, who had kept his mouth shut, slowly spoke.
"How long are you planning to keep taking that trash dicine?"
"Huh?"
Caught off guard by the unexpected words, Yujin made a foolish sound.
Winston continued with a cold face.
"I told you, whatever you're scheming won’t work on .
Take properly verified dicine.
I don’t care if you ruin your body with side effects, but if you beco infertile, you’ll have to face the consequences."
In that instant, Yujin felt his heart drop.
If he gets exposed as infertile... could he just bla it on the illegal ds?
After being kicked out of Delight, Yujin stopped taking suppressants.
The reason was simple: money.
He couldn’t afford them.
Feeding his child even one more al was more important than his own dication.
But even if he explained, Winston wouldn’t believe him.
And Yujin didn’t want to humiliate himself by revealing such pathetic circumstances.
Winston thought Yujin took illegal suppressants out of pride, but in truth, pretending to take them was what protected his pride.
"...I won’t take them anymore."
Yujin answered obediently.
Winston stared at him for a long ti as if finding it hard to trust his submissiveness.
"I’ll be watching."
Of course, Winston didn’t believe him at all.
The conversation was over.
Yujin knew instinctively.
As Winston turned around to leave, Yujin hastily reached out.
"Wait!"
Winston paused and slowly looked back.
As Yujin saw his frowning eyes move downward, he too lowered his gaze and flinched.
"S-sorry."
Without realizing it, Yujin had grabbed his sleeve.
He quickly released it and apologized.
Without a word, Winston brushed off the spot Yujin had touched—twice—like he was shaking off filth.
The gesture stung Yujin deeply, but he hid it and raised his chin proudly.
No matter what you do, I won’t flinch.
That’s what he wanted to say.
"When will I get the money?"
Winston’s brows twitched slightly.
Not missing it, Yujin pressed on boldly.
"I need it. The sooner, the better."
After all, in Winston’s eyes, wasn’t he just a money-hungry prostitute?
If so, it was better to act accordingly.
Yujin’s shaless attitude made Winston’s expression harden coldly.
"After we get married, a checkbook in your na will be issued."
With a machine-like dry tone, Winston looked down arrogantly and added bluntly.
"You seem desperate to spend money right now, but usually, people pay so price to get money.
Whether that’s labor or sothing else."
Of course Yujin knew that.
He lived every day feeling just how hard it was to earn even one dollar.
But he had no intention of correcting Winston’s misunderstanding.
No matter what he said, Winston wouldn’t believe him.
And Yujin had no strength left to waste on pointless things.
"I think I’m paying enough.
I have to marry you and even have sex."
The words slipped out without thinking.
Yujin held his breath belatedly.
He praised himself for his boldness but feared the aftermath.
They were alone.
No one would help him.
I should’ve just endured a little more...
As he turned pale, overwheld by fear of an unbearable future, Winston spoke.
A sneer unmistakably surfaced on his face.
"So that's how much you think you're worth?
Aren’t you overestimating yourself?"
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