Chapter 55
I thought about calling Yeonwoo aside to the duty room and giving her a packed lunch alone, but I worried that might make her uncomfortable, so we decided to eat together. Still, Yeonwoo wasn’t able to eat properly.
Maybe I should have bought the bread she likes.
“Madam, your cooking is amazing. I’ve known it for a while, but there’s really nothing you make that isn’t delicious.”
The head nurse said this, and everyone chimed in, lightening the mood.
“Even at the hospital cafeteria, the food tastes different on the days you come.”
Mrs. Yang often visited the hospital cafeteria to help serve or cook meals. Naturally diligent, and having worked as a nurse before, she was also friendly with the veteran chefs there.
I heard she even got a Korean cuisine chef’s certification and a health certificate required for food and hygiene workers.
“…Madam?”
Yeonwoo, who had been quietly quiet, perked up her ears and joined the conversation.
Sajun suppressed a laugh, watching Yeonwoo’s reaction. It wasn’t a huge secret, but she would probably be a little surprised.
“Yes, Mrs. Yang is the hospital director’s wife. Didn’t you know?”
Yeonwoo’s bright eyes immediately darted to Sajun.
Sajun, brushing his hand across his mouth, nodded, and Yeonwoo’s small lips parted in surprise.
“You didn’t know? She’s Teacher Beom’s mother.”
“Of course she’s saying the obvious.”
“No, it’s just that Yeonwoo seems so surprised.”
Seeing Yeonwoo’s gaze rising slightly and her tension increasing, Sajun realized she probably thought he had deliberately kept it from her.
Sigh… am I going to get scolded?
The meal in the tearoom continued a bit longer before everyone returned to work.
Innocent Yeonwoo took the lunchbox handed to her by the staff and trailed behind Sajun to his car.
“Shall we get in the car for a moment?”
Sajun opened the passenger door and waited for Yeonwoo to climb in. She gently got into the car.
Going around the hood to the driver’s seat, Sajun started the engine and turned on the air conditioner. Cool air quickly filled the car.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“What didn’t I tell you?”
Sajun turned to face Yeonwoo after turning off the interior light. The streetlight was enough to see her clearly.
“Mrs. Yang!”
“Hahaha, sorry. I didn’t intentionally keep it from you.”
“The house I live in is also Mrs. Yang’s, right? You intentionally let me have it, didn’t you?”
“…….”
“I didn’t even realize. My master lives in a collapsing house…”
Sajun studied Yeonwoo’s face carefully.
“Sorry.”
He extended one arm and brushed the back of his hand over Yeonwoo’s lovely cheek. She slapped it away.
“That’s mean.”
Even though it wasn’t the first time, the touch of her soft skin transferred through his hand, making Sajun clench his fist.
“Shall I kiss you?”
Watching Yeonwoo eat her lunch, Sajun had been restless, wanting to cup her small face and kiss her.
“Suddenly?”
“Suddenly? I’ve wanted to the whole time.”
“Well, then… go ahead.”
Yeonwoo pouted but still leaned forward, seemingly wanting the kiss.
Ha, this is insane.
Sajun felt like he had become a slave to Yeonwoo. A slave to desire, exclusively for her.
There could be nothing else that fit so perfectly.
These days, that was his state.
Sajun cupped Yeonwoo’s face and kissed her.
Her recently brushed teeth gave off a fresh minty scent.
Planning to kiss her in the car, Sajun smiled unconsciously when he realized Yeonwoo felt the same.
A playful touch, then pulling away, Yeonwoo lifted her eyelids slightly and met his gaze—a look questioning if that was all he intended.
This aching, open feeling in his chest was something no one could understand.
Sajun engulfed Yeonwoo’s tender tongue with his own.
A soft moan escaped from her lips.
The pressure beneath him stirred violently.
It looked like it would be a torturous night.
The kiss, long or short depending on perspective, ended.
Drowsy, Yeonwoo smiled faintly at Sajun.
His neat, long fingers touched her lips.
The sensation on her sensitive skin made her entire body feel languid.
This dangerous feeling, wanting to completely surrender to his touch—did he even know it?
His hands wandered along her waist over the gown but could go no further, circling her back in frustration.
A self-controlled man like him probably didn’t know Yeonwoo carried condoms in her bag for days.
With the arrival of Seyoung and Ikwon, the two of them couldn’t advance further and were left in torment.
Sajun’s tousled hair was smoothed back by Yeonwoo, eliciting a deep groan from him.
“Ha…”
The air conditioner circulated hot, stifling heat in the otherwise cool car.
Sajun’s upper arms expanded and contracted repeatedly, radiating warmth.
Yeonwoo was no different. Every touch made her flinch and grow damp, her breathing quickened.
Noticing her irregular breathing, Sajun pulled back from her and leaned fully toward the driver’s seat.
Then he started laughing lightly, almost like a madman.
Yeonwoo touched his thigh, signaling him to stop.
“Why are you laughing? It’s embarrassing.”
“I feel like a lunatic.”
“A lunatic? The lunatic is the one calling every ten minutes.”
Ikwon had been calling Sajun relentlessly. Asking where he was, worried he might have come to see her.
“Sigh… Yeonwoo, we’re in big trouble.”
But the big trouble hadn’t even begun yet.
He was just too self-controlled.
There’s no rule that a woman can’t make the first move…
“When are you going to make the big move?”
Summoning courage, she asked.
“……”
Sajun’s smile disappeared.
His dangerously gleaming eyes pierced her face.
Yes, that’s it. The thing her master was thinking.
Yeonwoo nodded repeatedly.
His eyes flickered green, like flames burning.
But why didn’t he answer?
Should she speak more clearly?
“In a world full of one-night stands, don’t you think you’re too strict, Master? How many days has it been with just kisses? My lips might wear away! Not that I dislike kisses, but there’s something better… You know what I mean, Master Beom? Can you hear me?”
“……”
Seeing him silent and expressionless, Yeonwoo grew anxious.
Then she had a strange thought.
“C-could it be…”
Her head fell. Between his thick thighs.
“No. Not what you think.”
Sajun, who had been silent the whole time, said urgently.
“You’re not hurt, are you?”
“I said I’m not.”
“Yes, yes. Otherwise, why just kissing? Right? Have you been to urology?”
“Why would I go there, Yeonwoo?”
Unable to contain himself, Sajun took her hand and placed it on his thigh.
Warm heat transferred through her palm.
Meanwhile, the large fish inside thrashed, wanting to escape.
“…Ah.”
Sajun’s dark, deep-set eyes asked if she believed it now.
“I’m really relieved. You’re the only son, right?”
Yeonwoo wanted to stop feeling it, but Sajun wouldn’t let go.
The fish trapped inside grew more aggressive and swollen.
She wondered if the condom bought at the convenience store would even fit.
Sajun glared at her, on the verge of exploding, then reluctantly let go.
His glossy black pupils lingered on her face for a long moment.
Rrrrrr, Rrrrrr.
Sajun’s phone rang.
He looked at the screen and muttered a low curse.
“Crazy bastard.”
