Chapter 14
Thinking about Yugeonâs preferences, Jian didnât really want to gain weightâbut it should be okay. Sheâd even started using the treadmill, something sheâd never done before, to manage herselfâŠ
So she found herself wishing that from now on, she could keep having breakfast and dinner with him like this.
â…Oh, right! Iâll be eating dinner out tonight.â
âOut?â
âYes. Something good happened at work, so weâre having a company dinner. We signed a new partnership.â
âReally? If itâs good news, I guess youâll be grilling meat. Eat well there too. Donât skimp just because Iâm not watching.â
âYes, I will.â
Jian nodded as she replied.
âOh, but I might be home a bit late. Itâs also the CEOâs birthday, so weâre preparing a surprise party with the team. It might go longer than usual.â
At the mention of the CEOâs birthday, Yugeonâs neatly groomed brows twitched.
If itâs the CEO of Eun Jianâs companyâŠ
The man who had run through the rain to hold an umbrella over her.
The one who had carried her out when she collapsed.
The one who might have been the recipient of her so-called âconfessionââŠ
Sheâs celebrating that bastardâs birthday?
Yugeonâs hand holding the spoon began to tremble.
Suddenly, the idea of Jian attending the company dinner irritated him to no end.
Should I just tell her not to go? Make up some excuse?
The ugly impulse flared up, but as a working adult himself, Yugeon understood well that company dinners were part of professional life. He couldnât let his own bad mood interfere with her social life by making her skip something everyone else was attending.
â…Still, donât stay out too late, okay? The worldâs dangerous these days.â
What he really meant was:Â I canât tell you not to go, but canât you at least come back early?
âYes. I wonât stay out too late.â
Even so, his heart tightened with an inexplicable anxiety. A nasty premonition rose within him, as if he wouldnât be able to relax until evening was over.
That evening.
As usual these days, Yugeon left work right on time. Recently, because heâd been having dinner with Jian, leaving on the dot had become a habit.
It wasnât that he used to be buried in work out of necessity. He simply enjoyed working, so heâd always found more tasks to do and ended up staying late. If he chose to stop, he could leave on time anytime.
For him, doing less work was harder than doing moreâbut the new mission of having dinner with Jian gladly made him stop.
He returned home early as usual.
But today, Jian wasnât there.
âAre you home?â
She would usually come running from the living room sofa to greet him at the door if sheâd gotten home first.
For some reason, his chest felt hollow.
Before marriage, he had lived alone just fine. But today, the house felt unnecessarily large.
He ate alone, reviewed some documents, and even finished a workout in the fitness room.
By the time he was done, it was already 9 p.m.
âFirst round should be over by now. If itâs going long, does that mean theyâre going to a second round? These days, work-life balance is so important for employees, and theyâre dragging the dinner out like thisâŠâ
Leaning against the headboard, Yugeon anxiously bit at his fingernails and muttered.
âHaah, this wonât do.â
Unable to bear it any longer, he sent Jian a text.
[Is the company dinner over?]
[The first round just ended. Weâre heading to the second place now. Is something wrong?]
âWhat? Is something wrong? My wife hasnât come home late at night, so of course Iâm worried. What do you mean, âIs something wrong?ââŠâ
Grumbling, he typed a reply.
[Donât stay out too late. Iâm worried you might get caught up in some strange rumors.]
[Yes. Donât worry too much. Iâll be careful not to get into anything weird. Even if Iâm a bit late, please go to sleep first. Iâll come in quietly so I donât disturb you.]
âSo sheâs basically saying sheâs having fun, so I shouldnât bother her and just go to sleep?â
Her thoughtfulness somehow made him feel even more upset.
Without replying again, Yugeon flopped onto the bed.
âHa⊠What on earth are you planning to do while Iâm asleepâŠâ
His insides boiled.
He felt restless and irritated.
Like that rainy dayâwould she smile at that guy again like sunshine, wishing him happy birthday?
âArgh! NoâŠâ
The smile that had once stolen his soul flashed in his mind, and Yugeon grabbed his head.
But Jianâs smile directed at another man kept replaying over and over.
âNo, Eun JianâŠ!â
Donât smile. Donât smile at that bastard like thatâŠ!
He rolled back and forth across the wide bed, groaning in frustration.
Finally, he abruptly sat up.
âHow am I supposed to sleep like thisâŠ?â
Waiting quietly like a dog for its ownerâit seemed impossible.
At the second venue, a classy wine bar, Jian sat down with her coworkers and ordered wine and snacks.
I miss YugeonâŠ
While waiting for the wine, she fiddled with her phone under the table and thought about him.
It was only natural to want to hurry back to the house where her favorite shirtless man was waiting.
Sheâd always been something of a homebody, but after marriage, it had become even more so because of Yugeon.
Of course, it wasnât really the house that matteredâit was Cha Yugeon. As long as she had Cha Yugeon, and only Cha Yugeon, she felt like she could live even on a deserted island.
Still, itâs the CEOâs birthday. I canât be so obvious about wanting to go home. Get a grip.
Sejun had valued her talent highly and even offered her the job. As an artist, she couldnât help but be grateful.
She felt ashamed of herself for being so ungrateful.
âWowâŠ! So this is what wine tastes like? Iâve only ever had convenience store wine.â
âRight? Itâs so goodâŠ!â
Among the coworkers who were marveling at the served wine, Jian joined in appropriately, though her mind was still full of Yugeon.
âWeâve been eating so well lately. Thanks to Jianâs husband remodeling the company pantry, weâre living luxuriously at work too.â
âExactly. I especially love those Ă©clairs from the CH Hotel.â
The employeesâ faces were bright with smiles.
The pantry remodel had been Yugeonâs doing, after seeing Jian feel sorry toward her colleagues while she was hospitalized and resting.
It seemed like Eun Jian was worried about causing a gap in work at the company. I canât stand seeing Cha Yugeonâs wife looking timid or intimidated at work. So donât feel self-conscious about anything.
Remembering that, a smile appeared on Jianâs face.
It might have been partly his pride talking, but he had truly taken her feelings into account. She had been very grateful then.
Just as the atmosphere was growing warm and lively, Jianâs phone suddenly rang.
It was Yugeon.
Whatâs wrong?
They had just exchanged messages.
After excusing herself, Jian stepped outside to take the call.
âAhem! H-helloâŠ?â
She carefully steadied her voice as she answered.
âUhâŠ? WhatâŠ? Ms. Eun JianâŠ? Why is it youâŠ? CoughâŠ
âW-whatâs wrong? Why does your voice sound like that? Are you sick?â
Startled by the dying tone coming through the phone, she asked anxiously.
âAh⊠I meant to call the housekeeper by mistake⊠Cough, cough!
âYugeon!â
His violent coughing didnât sound normal at all.
âHaah, sorry⊠Youâre at the company dinner⊠Cough⊠I dialed wrong⊠Cough⊠Donât mind me, have fun⊠Cough, cough! UghâŠ!
âHello? H-helloâŠ?â
With one last sound that almost seemed like he was coughing up blood, the call abruptly cut off.
Jianâs hand dropped limply.
Is my husband⊠sick? Was that why he texted earlier? Did he want someone by his side because he wasnât feeling wellâŠ?
And she had told him to go to sleep first.
Jian felt resentful of her own thoughtlessness.






