Chapter – 08
âThen, umâŠâ
The man had already come up beside me, casually taking my bag in his hand.
âIâve been waiting the whole time to see when youâd leave work!â
âUm, excuse meâŠ.â
âOh, did you hear from Lee Hyun? I was supposed to come today!â
âHello. Iâm Lawyer Choi Yeon-woo from the same law firm as Min-ha.â
Before I could respond, Senior Choi stepped in beside me.
âHello. Iâm Kim Gun.â
The man in front of me didnât hesitate to shake Senior Choiâs hand. Kim Gun⊠a name I had never heard before.
âMin-ha, letâs get in the car first!â
He naturally guided me toward the car. Without even saying goodbye to Senior Choi, I suddenly found myself sitting in the passenger seat.
âSeatbelt on?â
âYouâre Kim Gun, right?â
âAh, sorry for the sudden introduction. I hope he wasnât bothering you, Min-ha.â
Instead of answering, I just nodded slightly. I thought to myself that he was quite observant.
âLet me properly introduce myself. Iâm Kim Gun from Sungjin Capitalâs Strategic Planning Team.â
He handed me a perfectly neat business card.
âIâve known Lee Hyun since we were kids, so Iâm aware of your situation. You donât need to worry.â
His bright smile didnât seem to match the title on the card at all.
He was the Head of Strategic Planning at Sungjin Capital.
âYou said youâre friends with Do Lee-hyun?â
âTo be exact, Iâm a year older than Lee Hyun. Iâm already thirty-five, believe it or not. And I always welcome being called youthful. How about you, Min-ha?â
âIâm thirty. Youthful⊠I see.â
âNot at all. If youâre curious about anything, feel free to ask anytime.â
It hadnât even been ten minutes since I met him, but I already knew so muchâhis name, job, age, even his favorite phrases.
Unlike some people, he had a truly bright personality.
The car drove smoothly, cutting through the streets of Seoul at night.
âIt might be sudden, but itâll be okay. Thereâs a separate room for you. As long as you donât run into Lee Hyun, it should be manageable, right?â
The words, âas long as you donât run into Lee Hyun,â made me laugh before I could stop myself.
ââŠDo you happen to have a study room or something at home?â
âOf course. Why?â
âIâd like to have a space where I can work, if possible.â
âSince thereâs a spare room, you donât need to worry about that. If you want, I can talk to Lee Hyun about it.â
Thankfully, the trip to Do Lee-hyunâs house wasnât as hellish as I had expected.
I stopped by my old villa to pack only the essentials. It didnât take long since I kept it minimal.
Kim Gunâs car stopped in front of a penthouse that screamed expensive.
After entering the keypad he gave me, we went through the main gate. The well-maintained, tidy garden and the straight, rigid building immediately caught my eye.
Even the house seemed as unapproachable as Do Lee-hyun himself.
Inside, the white marble floors shone in the darkness, and the furniture was all in muted shades.
I wanted to fill the space with light, but couldnât find the switch.
At that moment, light came on with a click near the entrance. It was Kim Gun.
âThank you for helping me carry my things.â
âNo problem at all.â
His smile naturally lifted, not a forced one, but something innate.
âMay I ask⊠why are you so kind?â
âIs that not allowed?â
âNot exactly, but Iâm curious about kindness without reason.â
I stepped back a few paces and faced him. There was a strange contradiction about him.
It was like seeing a misplaced piece in a âfind the differencesâ puzzle.
âYouâre special to me since youâre Lee Hyunâs fiancĂ©e. Even if only for a short while.â
âYou seem very close to him?â
âWeâve seen each other at our worst and best since we were kids.â
Since childhood⊠then maybe this seemingly kind person knows something, even a little, about what happened twenty years ago.
âI appreciate your kindness.â
Kim Gunâs pale eyes folded slightly with his smile.
Who would associate such a bright, gentle smile with Sungjin Capital? That contrast made him all the more unreadable.
For now, anyone who could help me even a little shouldnât be made an enemy.
I smiled back at him. Even if it was fake, I didnât remember the last time I had smiled like this.
After Kim Gun gave me a quick tour, I unpacked in my room on the second floor.
Doubts crept in againâwas this really necessary?
I moved to the open living room to avoid getting lost in unnecessary sentimentality.
Collapsing onto the wide sofa, which could fit three people, exhaustion hit me.
To stay focused, I pulled out a copy of the âAgreement on External Relations Cooperationâ from my bag and began to read carefully.
The agreementâs period was a maximum of one year. No extensions.
Clauses about mutual privacy, requests for accompaniment during events, and prohibition of third-party leaks caught my attention.
I scoffed at the neutral phrasing âexternal relations cooperation,â clearly designed to avoid suspicions of a sham marriage.
What would happen if this agreement were contested in court?
But that wasnât my purpose.
My goal was to create even a small opening to challenge Sungjin Capital in a meaningful legal battle.
For that, I needed to search Do Lee-hyunâs bedroom and study before he arrived.
I should⊠but the overwhelming sleepiness was pulling me under.
When had I last slept well?
How much time had passed?
I heard faint keypad beeps at the edge of sleep, sensing someone approaching.
A cold scent brushed past my nose, and my body was lifted. Was it sleep paralysis, or a dream? I couldnât tell.
Eventually, weak sunlight coming through the window woke me.
Two things became clear: it was already morning, and I wasnât in the living roomâI was in a room I didnât recognize.
Carefully, I left the room and went down to the first floor. On the sofa lay Do Lee-hyun instead of me.
Though it had only been a day since I last saw him, somehow his arrogant face felt familiar. I couldnât move closer, nor step away.
âWhy are you staring like that?â
Though his eyes were closed, he didnât seem asleep.
Sensing my presence, he opened one eye.
âWhen did you get here?â
âEarly morning.â
âDid you move me?â
âYou seemed comfortable sleeping on the sofa.â
As he lifted his upper body, his disheveled shirt parted slightly, revealing his chest.
âIsnât it strange for an engaged couple to use separate rooms?â
His low, growling laugh carried exhaustion.
âRest. Iâll go back inside.â
He slowly rose, his large hands reaching for the buttons of his shirt, fastening them one by one.
There was something in the way his fingers touched the fabric, slow and languid.
âOne week from now.â
âOne⊠what?â
âThe wedding. One week from now.â
My dazed gaze snapped back to reality.
One week was far too soon.
âWeâll take care of most of the preparations, so just follow what we say.â
âBut a week is too sudden. I have work, and I need to prepare myself mentallyâŠâ
âMentally prepare?â
He smiled lowly and stepped closer.
His gaze swept down across the dress I hadnât yet changed from yesterday.
âWh⊠what are youâ?â
He continued moving closer, and I backed up until I hit the wall.
A strange tension hung in the mere inches between us.
His hand grasped the hem of my dress, just below my thigh.
âIsnât this uncomfortable?â
âIf you donât want to be reported for sexual harassment, let go immediately.â
I glared at him with anger. He just looked down at me, unfazed.
I could feel tension building between his brows. After a small laugh, he released my dress.
âStill scared, huh?â
As if nothing had happened, he stepped back.
âSomeone will come later to discuss whatâs needed for the ceremony. And if it were me, Iâd change out of that uncomfortable dress.â
He was always like this. Closing the physical distance on his own terms, then returning to his spot as if nothing happened.
It was as if there were an invisible line between him and me.
I decided I would draw that line more firmly.






