After taking a long, refreshing shower, Jan Di emerged from her bathroom and eagerly examined the array of new clothes that Nick had thoughtfully purchased for her workplace. As she ran her fingers over the quality fabric and admired the stylish designs, her mind wandered to a weighty concern. She found herself pondering the lavishness of her husband's ongoing expenditure on her wardrobe. While she acknowledged his immense wealth and the absence of financial constraints, she couldn't shake off her own resolve to establish independence. No longer content with being pampered like royalty, Jan Di yearned to demonstrate her capability to rely solely on her own resources. This fervent desire had prompted her to leave her husband several months earlier, determined to chart her own course and prove her self-sufficiency to both herself and others. Unfortunately, it didn't take long for Nick to find her, attempting to win her back with promises of change and a more equal partnership. Now, however, she felt as though she was back to square one, working as the supervisor at one of his real estate company's branches here in Korea. Nobody knew she was the wife, and she intended to keep it that way; she wanted to be recognized for her skills and abilities rather than her connection to Nick.
As she scanned through her closet, a particular outfit immediately caught her eye—a curated ensemble that whispered sophistication yet comfort. Deciding it was the perfect choice for her day ahead, she quickly got dressed. She had never felt the need to wear makeup; her homemade Vitamin C moisturizers kept her skin radiant and healthy. A blend of natural ingredients ensured her complexion glowed, and she would always keep her lips smooth and moisturized with her own lip balm. Nick never interfered with her beauty routine in this area; his contributions were limited to perfumes, hair gels and oils—items he purchased without a true understanding of what she wanted or needed. After oiling her hair and letting it cascade freely down her back, she felt a surge of confidence wash over her. A quick spritz of her favorite perfume behind her ears added the finishing touch, and she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Emerging from her room, Jan Di walked over to the living room, where she was met with the F4 and her two daughters, Lily and Valentina, gathered around the dining table, animatedly sharing breakfast. Laughter mingled with the clinking of utensils as the morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow on the scene.
The distinct sound of Jan Di's heels reverberated through the entire house as she made her way up the staircase leading to the kitchen. Each click sounded purposeful, a rhythmic percussion that seemed to command attention. Every eye in the room turned towards her as she ascended the steps with effortless grace. It was one of the first lessons in elegance that she had learned from Nick's family: never glance downward while ascending the staircase, always showing a conduct of confidence and grace. Her daughters, Lily and Valentina, looked up in astonishment, their eyes widening at the sight of their mother displaying effortless elegance.
The F4 were visibly surprised as they watched Jan Di approaching the first step leading to the kitchen. They couldn't help but notice how much she had transformed over time. Her once casual and unrefined manner had evolved into one of grace and sophistication. Her speech was now eloquent, her gait exuded a new level of balance, and she had even transitioned from speaking primarily in Korean to confidently conversing in English. It was clear that Jan Di had undergone a remarkable transformation in both her appearance and behavior.
"Wow!" Woo Bin and Yi Jeong exclaimed almost in unison, their mouths slightly agape as they admired her presence. She wore a tailored blazer, pristine white and adorned with intricate floral embroidery that whispered of spring. The delicate designs seemed to come alive as they danced across the fabric, their soft petals catching the sunlight and reflecting her inner vibrancy. The blazer hugged her frame impeccably, accentuating her curves while conveying an air of authority that commanded attention.
Beneath the blazer, she showcased a sleeveless royal blue top—a bold pop of color against the otherwise monochrome palette, adding life to her sophisticated attire. The peplum hem flared gracefully, emphasizing her waist and lending her silhouette both elegance and strength. Jan Di understood profoundly that true power radiated not just from tailored lines but from the fiery resolve she harbored within.
Her skirt, a matching white, fell modestly above the knees, and a dainty bow adorned the waistband—a charming detail that softened the severity of her overall look. As she moved, the skirt swirled around her legs, a harmonious dance of elegance and purpose that spoke volumes about her intentions.
Her accessories completed her ensemble with finesse. Pointed high heels, mirroring the royal blue of her top, elevated her stature, each step exuding confidence and determination. The heels whispered secrets of ambition, suggesting she was not just a woman in a well-fitted outfit but a rising force poised to climb corporate ladders and break glass ceilings.
Around her neck hung a pendant—a sapphire nestled in silver that caught the light and mirrored the bright, limitless sky outside. Her ears, adorned with drop earrings, each gemstone a miniature universe, swayed gracefully as she moved, drawing admiring glances from the F4 and her daughters alike.
Completing the look was her tote bag—a glittery blue wonder that clung to her shoulder like a trusted companion. It held her laptop, her meticulously organized plans for the day, and perhaps a secret stash of chocolate for those late-night working sessions that often tested her endurance. The metallic threads shimmered in the light, beckoning attention and curiosity.
As she approached the dining room, Ji Hoo stood up, his demeanor shifting into one of respectful admiration as he welcomed her. "Good morning, Jan Di-ah," he said, a warm smile lighting up his face. His eyes darted over her outfit with appreciation. "Are you going somewhere special today?" he inquired, genuine interest lacing his tone, still admiring her, his eyes never leaving her glowing face.
"Yes," Jan Di replied, taking her seat next to her daughters, who were happily enjoying bowls of oatmeal. Their little faces lit up, a pure reflection of innocent adoration. "I actually have an internship as the head supervisor at one of De Alegre's real estate branches. It's a big step for me."
"Mommy, you look beautiful today!" Lily and Valentina chimed in unison, their hearts brimming with pride, causing a rosy blush to creep up Jan Di's cheeks. "Thank you, my loves," she replied softly, her heart swelling with love for her daughters as she embraced them, filled with determination to forge her own path while nurturing her family. Today was not just about appearances; it was about setting a new course driven by aspiration, strength, and self-reliance.
"Jan Di-ah, where are you going to do your internship? From which hospital? You can join Shinhwa and work with Ji Hoo," Jun Pyo suggested excitedly as he passed her a plate, his enthusiasm as palpable as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air.
"Yes, Jan Di-ah," Yi Jeong added with a gentle smile as he carefully added a spoonful of honey to Jan Di's tea. As he did so, he couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for her. Despite not knowing the full extent of her illness, Yi Jeong was determined to provide her with whatever support she needed. Even though he was in a committed relationship with Ga Eul, his care for Jan Di had grown deeper since her return after six long years. He had noticed her delicate condition and had made efforts to educate himself about the specific dietary restrictions she required due to her illness—minimal salt, no sugar, and certainly no junk food. However, Yi Jeong had sworn to honor Jan Di's heartfelt plea to keep her health struggles a secret and had been silently looking out for her well-being while maintaining a façade of normalcy.
"My internship for the hospital will begin in six months, but for now, I have to be a supervisor to monitor organizational behavior. I was told that it would help me cope with different people when I do my internship at the hospital," Jan Di explained as she took a bite of her peanut butter bread, savoring the comforting taste that reminded her of simpler times.
"Oh!" Woo Bin exclaimed, eyes wide with curiosity, while Ji Hoo, still skeptical, asked, "So which company are you going to work at? Because it seems you and Mr. De Alegre are close…" his voice trailed off, masking his insecurity beneath a layer of casual indifference.
"Actually, Mr. De Alegre and I have never met," she replied calmly, not ready to reveal the details of her relationship with him, aware that some secrets were better left untouched for now.
"Are you sure?" the F4 pressed, their collective curiosity a palpable force at the table.
Just as she was about to elaborate, her daughters' innocent inquiry caught her off guard. "Mom, where did you go last night? And why was Nanny Matilda here?"
Peripherally aware of the F4's rapt attention, she opened her mouth to reply, but the question lingered heavily in the air. "Well, I had to be somewhere last night. I met someone I used to know a long time ago," she finally answered, hoping her vague response would satisfy both her daughters and the F4. "But it's not something I want to talk about right now." The tension in the room dissipated slightly as she shifted the focus away from her encounter, recalling her husband inviting her out for a late-night picnic that ended with a beautiful sunrise. She decided to keep that memory to herself.
"Did you talk to Daddy?" Lily and Valentina asked once more, their eyes wide with innocent longing.
She hesitated, the weight of her secret pressing against her heart, knowing she couldn't keep the truth from her daughters any longer. "Yes, I did talk to Daddy," she finally admitted, feeling the burden of her secret lifting slightly. However, the shadows of uncertainty flickered on their little faces. It was evident they sensed there was more to the story than their mother was letting on. "Didn't you talk to him this morning as well?"
"We did, Mommy," Lily and Valentina replied, their spirits slightly dimmed as they stared into their bowls of cereal. "We want to see him in person."
"And when you asked him that, what did he say?" Jan Di asked her daughters, fully aware they would be having dinner with their father after several months.
"He said he will be here today and will get to cook for us dinner," they chimed, their faces lighting up momentarily with excitement.
"Then be patient since he promised you he would be here today." Jan Di reassured them with a maternal smile, the warmth of love radiating from her. "I need to go to report at the office. It's my first day at work, and I don't want to be late. Can you girls be good and help each other out while I'm gone?"
Lily and Valentina rushed over to their mother and planted sweet kisses on her cheeks, promising to behave and take care of each other while she was at work. Watching them, Jan Di felt both pride and determination welling up inside her, a reminder of why she was forging ahead on this new path.
With a sense of relief, Jan Di rose from her seat, and Ji Hoo did the same, sensing her urgency. "I will drive you there."
"No need, Sunbae. I booked a private car to take me to the office," Jan Di replied with a nervous smile, globetrotting through her emotions as she balanced her new role with the constant pulse of anxiety. "You also have to be at the clinic to help your grandfather out with some patients, right?" Ji Hoo nodded in understanding, knowing that his responsibilities at the clinic were just as important as Jan Di's job at the office.
"But there is heavy traffic on the way; my ride on the bike—"
"No need!" Her voice rose slightly, cutting through the air, and her hand waved dismissively, a clear indication of her underlying nervousness.
"It seems old habits die hard, right, Jan Di-ah?" Ji Hoo remarked playfully, his tone light but laced with a hint of concern. He noted the subtle shake of her hand—a physical manifestation of her anxiety that he recognized all too well. Among their group of friends, Ji Hoo had always been the one to decipher Jan Di's quirks with ease; her nervousness often appeared in fleeting gestures, a furrowed brow, or a fidgeting hand. While a part of him worried about the tension she carried, another part admired her unyielding resilience. She might falter, but Jan Di had a remarkable ability to rise to the occasion.
At that moment, she offered a weak smile, a flicker of assurance shining through her worry as she grasped the importance of not only her own journey but the paths of those she loved. Deep down, she was convinced that today would mark just the beginning of a new chapter—one woven intricately with hope, love, and unyielding determination.
As if fueled by an instinctive desire to reassure her, Ji Hoo drew closer. He took measured steps forward, a gentle yet firm presence that contrasted sharply with the surprise registered on the faces of their friends—Jun Pyo, Woo Bin, and Yi Jeong. "What is he doing?" they all thought in unison; their curiosity piqued as they exchanged glances filled with anticipation and disbelief. Noticing the subtle retreat of Jan Di, a shy instinct compelling her to back away, she was caught off balance when her back collided with the transparent glass room divider. A nervous giggle escaped her lips, breaking the momentary tension. "What are you doing, Sunabe?" she questioned, a mixture of humor and unease in her voice.
"Are you purposely avoiding me?" Ji Hoo inquired, his tone light yet probing, as he raised his hand to gently block her escape, creating a small cocoon around them amidst the gathering of their friends.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, adrenaline coursing through her veins. "W-what are you…talking about?" she stammered, her words betraying her sense of discomfort. She attempted to step back, but his hand remained there, a pivotal barrier trapping her in this electric moment.
As Ji Hoo leaned in, the world between them seemed to disintegrate. His eyes, intense and searching eyes locked onto hers as he whispered, "I know you've been avoiding me. Why? What are you so afraid of?" The heat of the moment hung in the air, thick with unspoken words and shared history.
Jan Di's heart raced, caught in a whirlwind of emotions. She struggled to articulate her feelings, her mind a storm of fear and confusion battling against a longing she didn't fully understand.
When she finally opened her mouth to speak, no words emerged; instead, a breathless silence enveloped the space between them. As Ji Hoo's fingers brushed against her cheek, holding her chin in a gentle grip, she found herself suspended, frozen in place, unable to move or even breathe. His eyes commanded her attention with a magnetism that left her mind racing in chaos. Just as she felt a rush of air filling her lungs, he leaned in, his lips tantalizingly close, hovering perilously between friendship and something more. Each heartbeat echoed in her ears as she gradually surrendered to the moment, her mouth involuntarily parting in anticipation.
…
Unbeknownst to her, Ji Hoo was grappling with his own torrent of emotions. A primal urge stirred within him—to close the distance, to kiss her with a passion that would make her forget all her worries for just an instant. However, the weight of his own relationship, coupled with his respect for Jan Di and her children, anchored him. Their laughter, plays, and the unfurling of their friendship loomed just an inch away, reminding him of the complications that could arise from this tangled web of feelings. The incredulous stares from Jun Pyo, Woo Bin, and Yi Jeong only deepened his resolve to retreat, yet he couldn't step away without snatching a fleeting moment he had long craved.
So, in a sudden rush of daring tenderness, he leaned in further, kissing her cheek softly—a fleeting brush that ignited a myriad of sensations. He allowed his lips to linger for a heartbeat longer, eyes closed, savoring this stolen moment infused with longing before pulling back. With a confident smirk, he slipped his hand into her pocket, retrieving her bedroom key in one smooth motion, his heart racing with adrenaline and exhilaration. "I will look after Valentina and Lily," he assured her, his voice steady despite the chaos swirling within him.
Instantly, Jan Di's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, embarrassment washing over her for his daring actions. Before she could gather her thoughts or muster a response, she turned on her heel and rushed away, the rush of her heart pounding in her ears, fully aware she couldn't face him again just yet. The world around her faded as she sought refuge from the swirl of emotion, leaving Ji Hoo standing there, a mixture of pride and apprehension coursing through him, acutely aware that this unexpected moment had irrevocably altered the landscape of their relationship.
The ride to the company was long, stretching across the skyline of the city, as the personal assistant of her husband, Nick, kept handing Jan Di documents about all the employees in the company. "Mr. Nick said you should supervise the heads of all the departments, monitor their behaviors, and note down any discrepancies or issues that need to be addressed," the personal assistant explained, passing Jan Di a thick stack of papers. Jan Di flipped through them, absorbing the myriad of names and titles, each one representing a person whose actions and attitudes could affect the company's future.
As they drove, the weight of responsibility settled heavily on Jan Di's shoulders, accompanied by a mix of excitement and trepidation about stepping into her new role. "Am I the only intern there?" she asked, her heart racing at the thought of navigating this new environment. The personal assistant shook her head, her expression neutral but her tone light. "No, there are a few other interns who will be working alongside you. But Mr. Nick has specifically chosen you to lead this project."
Jan Di felt a surge of adrenaline course through her. It was a massive opportunity, but it also felt like a monumental challenge that she wasn't entirely sure she was prepared for. "I hope—"
"Don't worry, Madam; Mr. Nick's confidence in you is unwavering. He won't reveal your identity to your colleagues because he wants to keep this supervision confidential."
Concern flickered in Jan Di's eyes as she asked, "Are there problems in the company?" The assistant hesitated for a moment, clearly weighing how much to divulge. "There have been some recent challenges. The heads of departments, especially HR and sales, have been behaving quite strangely. Sales are happening, but the profits seem unexplainably lower than expected."
"Oh, I see." Jan Di nodded, her mind racing. "It sounds like someone high up might be manipulating things behind the scenes." She turned sharply to face the assistant. "Tell me, Alex, and be honest with me. Are some board members from Shinhwa Corporation involved?"
The personal assistant shifted uncomfortably in his seat, a shadow of concern crossing his features before he replied cautiously, "I cannot confirm or deny that information, Madam. But there may indeed be some connections to Shinhwa Corporation on the board."
Jan Di's suspicion deepened as she processed this unsettling revelation. "I promise you, I will get to the bottom of this."
"Thank you," Alex said, his voice earnest. "Mr. Nick will be relieved. He has been navigating negotiations with Shinhwa Corporation for the past three years, as they've been trying to overshadow his company, perhaps even sabotaging it out of fear," he added.
Jan Di's determination solidified, her eyes shimmering with resolve. "I won't let anyone bully my husband."
'Bully?' Alex smirked internally. 'Mr. Nick is quite the bully himself, but it will be refreshing to see Madam step into her role as protector. It's best I don't mention the grand scheme Nick has planned for Shinhwa; she might panic and run off like she did before, and I couldn't let that jeopardize their relationship again.'
As the car pulled to a stop, Alex popped open the door for Jan Di. "We've arrived," he announced. "Good luck on your first day."
Jan Di stepped out, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and determination. She was ready to face whatever challenges awaited her at the company, especially if it meant safeguarding her husband from any lurking dangers. With a grateful smile, she thanked Alex before striding toward the building, each step fortifying her resolve.
Taking out his phone, Alex dialed Nick's number, excitement barely contained in his voice. "Boss, your beauty queen is here. Isn't she looking radiant?"
Nick, who had been standing by his office window, turned to gaze at Jan Di as she joined a group of interns heading to the main building. Her confidence and grace were palpable. "She certainly is beautiful. Alright, send all the interns to the conference room. We need to kick off orientation as soon as possible."
"Sure thing, boss," Alex replied, watching as Jan Di interacted with her fellow interns. "By the way, that Yoon Ji Hoo guy seems to be getting uncomfortably close to her, but thankfully, she knows how to maintain her distance. She's not interested in him romantically."
"Of course she isn't," Nick replied, dismissing the notion with a wave of his hand. "The pain she went through with those four boys left scars that she wouldn't let resurface."
"Boss, I have seen the Mercedes car you bought for Madam here. Did you give it to someone?" Alex asked as he saw a girl wearing a fabric that boasted a subtle ribbed texture, promising both comfort and structure. It's the kind of material molded to the body, emphasizing its contours. The upper portion of the dress featured sheer, puffy sleeves. Delicate and ethereal, they billowed around her arms like a gentle breeze. The pattern on the sheer fabric hinted at floral motifs or perhaps intricate lacework. Ah, the pièce de résistance! The back of the dress was a canvas of allure. It plunged low, revealing just enough skin to tantalize. At the mid-back level, a satin ribbon tied into a bow—an elegant detail that invites curiosity. Is it a secret message? A promise?
"No, that's a new car? Who is using it?" Nick asked.
"She is also wearing Madam's latest designer dress for the party." Alex continued. "Designer bag and jewerly."
"Stop her," Nick ordered as he rushed out of his office. "How dare someone use my wife's belongings without permission!" He thought to himself as he made his way towards the parking lot. "This will not go unpunished," he muttered under his breath, determined to catch the thief red-handed.
He rushed to the lobby, his heart pounding with anger and adrenaline. As he scanned the area, he caught a glimpse of a figure heading towards the exit, carrying the stolen items, and was about to approach, but he noticed her joining the interns. "You must be Mrs. De Alegre?" some female interns asked, gushing over her. His anger turned to confusion as he realized the thief was actually pretending to be someone else.
"Have you seen her?" Alex came to the lobby and approached Nick.
"I have." Nick smirked. "Just play along and let's see where this goes."
Alex nodded knowingly. "Anyway, time to act," he said, preparing to lead the interns through the building.
As Jan Di entered the bustling office, she quickly realized it was more chaotic than she expected. Among her fellow interns, she noticed one girl dressed in a revealing outfit and plastered with makeup, boldly claiming the title of "Mrs. De Alegre." Jan Di raised an eyebrow, bemused. 'Pretending to be the boss's wife? What a joke,' she thought wryly. 'Regardless, I need to keep a low profile. My true identity cannot be revealed.'
"Alright!" Alex exclaimed, clapping his hands to grab the attention of the crowd. "Welcome, interns! We're thrilled to have you on board and can't wait to see what you'll achieve during your internship. Before we dive into your tasks, the chairman wants to provide you with an orientation. Let's head to the conference room for the presentation," he said, his smile vibrant as he silently nodded to Jan Di, who was still grappling with her complex feelings, before leading the group toward the elevator.
As they made their way, one intern turned to the girl dressed extravagantly, calling, "Mrs. De Alegre!" The room fell silent for a moment, all eyes shifting to her, making Alex turn his attention as well. He exchanged a knowing glance with Jan Di, who rolled her eyes, shrugging in amusement—the weight of her mission mingling with the absurdity of the moment. What a day it promised to be.
As they settled into their seats, the air was thick with anticipation. Walking into the boardroom was a moment that often held the weight of expectations, a crucible where young talents sought approval from the seasoned veterans of the corporate world. Everyone expected to see the boss—a tall, handsome-looking young man—a figure whose reputation for charisma and leadership was well known among the interns. However, what nobody anticipated was the sight of a man dressed in a dark suit, his face obscured by a mask, who was slowly wheeling himself into the room.
"Welcome to the De Alegre Real Estate Company," the masked man announced with a voice that was muffled yet commanding enough to draw every eye in the room.
As the interns exchanged curious glances, all eyes sharply turned toward Alex and Jan Di, who, rather than sharing in the uncertainty, exchanged confident smiles that hinted at unspoken plans. The man expertly maneuvered his wheelchair to the front of the room, expertly cutting through the silence. "I may not be able to walk, but I can still see that you were expecting to see my grandson here, right?" he teased, his sharp gaze scanning the room. The way he mocked those clad in excessive makeup and revealing outfits was both startling and amusing.
"First," he continued, his voice carrying a weight that demanded respect, "all those wearing indecent attire tomorrow should come dressed professionally. This isn't a modeling agency." His words were like a jolt, and the interns masked their nervousness with a mix of polite nods and forced smiles, unsure whether to laugh or cringe at the unexpected turn of events. It was not the warm welcome they were hoping for.
Chuckling, the man broke the tension further. "I didn't want to do this, but my ungrateful grandson is so incompetent." He suddenly coughed, causing Jan Di to rush to his side, instinctively offering him a glass of water. He took a sip before continuing, "I had to step in before he ruined everything."
As Jan Di leaned closer, curiosity piquing her interest, the old man squinted at her. "It's you," he said abruptly, a glint of recognition flickering in his eyes as Jan Di gently reached up to remove his mask, revealing a surprisingly youthful but wrinkled face beneath. His gaze widened in astonishment as he struggled to place her.
"Good sir, do we know each other?" Jan Di ventured, her voice trembling slightly, anxious about how this encounter might reveal her identity.
Shaking his head as if shaking off confusion, the man admitted, "You look like someone I know. I saw her only once; a real shame." With sudden seriousness, he turned to Alex, Nick's personal assistant, silently urging him to confirm his suspicions.
Alex shook his head firmly, whispering "no," in affirmation that Jan Di was indeed unfamiliar to the old man. The chairman chuckled softly at the misunderstanding, brushing the moment aside as he sipped the water Jan Di had brought him.
Meanwhile, a girl from the group—pretending to be the boss's wife—exchanged a forced smile with the chairman as she reluctantly approached him, internally panicking. "Your grandfather-in-law, go give him water," the other interns urged her.
"Oh, someone else is already doing that," she replied with a hollow smile, her mind racing at the thought of her deception being exposed. 'If this old man knew I was faking to be his granddaughter-in-law, I'd be doomed,' she fretted, trying to project concern as she inquired, "Grandfather, are you okay?"
"And who are you?" the old man asked sharply, taking another sip.
"She is your granddaughter-in-law," another intern whispered sarcastically as she approached, pushing Jan Di aside. "You're not welcome here," she sneered, dissatisfaction dripping from her tone. The old man glared at the audacious intern but chose to remain silent, intrigued by the tension that was building in the room.
Jan Di shrugged off the hostility with ease and rejoined her fellow interns; a secret smile flashed in Alex's direction as he nodded reassuringly. 'The plan is working perfectly,' she thought, a spark of confidence ignited within her. She was resolved to keep her identity hidden until the internship ended, and Alex was playing his part with absolute precision.
"Chairman," Alex spoke up, presenting the files on the interns for review. "We have ten interns in total, and their work areas are located in the new building where the clinic is also being established."
The chairman nodded in approval, thoroughly impressed by both Alex's efficiency and attention to detail. "So all of you will be supervising, correct?"
"Yes," the interns chorused back with respectful bows.
"Excellent. Now, introduce yourselves," he instructed, his keen eyes scrutinizing each eager face. One by one, the interns took turns sharing their names and aspirations, each expressing excitement to contribute to the company. The chairman's smile widened as he surveyed the diverse and talented group Alex had brought him.
"Chairman," Alex interjected quietly, leaning in to convey a few crucial details before turning to the interns again. "Everyone here will have the opportunity to supervise a particular department, monitor behaviors, and document your findings," he structured his words with a hint of authority in his voice. "Remember, these reports are confidential and will be used to evaluate your performance during your internship. Be thorough and objective in your observations."
His serious gaze locked onto each intern, ensuring that his message resonated clearly, and they nodded in understanding, prepared to embrace the responsibilities that awaited them under watchful eyes.
Alex showed the interns around the company, briefing them about the daily tasks they would be responsible for. The air buzzed with excitement and nervous anticipation. Among the group, one male intern stood out—not just for his friendly demeanor but also for his interesting smile. His name was Tae-Hyeong. He stepped forward, his confidence evident as he introduced himself. "Hi, I am Tae-Hyeong, and you are Jan Di, right?"
Jan Di smiled and nodded in response, feeling a flutter of curiosity about her new acquaintance.
"Yes, that's correct," Jan Di replied with warmth in her voice.
Tae-Hyeong seemed genuinely eager to connect with her, and their initial exchange sparked a potential friendship amidst the whirlwind of their internship. "So which course did you major in?" he inquired, his eyes lighting up with curiosity.
"I am a medicine graduate, and you?" Jan Di responded, intrigued by this budding rapport.
"I am an architecture graduate," Tae-Hyeong replied enthusiastically. "I've always found architecture fascinating, and I'm excited to learn more about your experience in the field. The CEO of the company is an architect—that's a major plus for me! And you? You studied medicine? What brings you to a place like this?"
Jan Di swallowed hard, grappling with the truth of her presence at the company but deciding to keep it simple. "I'm just trying something new, as my actual internship will start in six months." She leaned a bit closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "I heard interns here are well compensated, provided lunch, and there are opportunities for growth. I want to gain varied experience before locking down my specialization."
Just then, the tension in the air shifted as A-jin, a mean-spirited female intern, forcefully brushed her shoulder against Jan Di, sending her handbag tumbling to the floor. "Just be honest," A-jin said with an edge, smirking as she leaned in with a pointed glance. "You're all dressed up. I guess you were hoping to catch a glimpse of our young boss, huh?"
Jan Di quickly scooped up her handbag, ignoring A-jin's rude comment with a composed smile. She understood that engaging in unnecessary drama wouldn't serve her well and remained focused on her goal. Determined to make the most of her experience at the company, she continued on her way with quiet confidence.
"One more thing," Alex suddenly turned back, catching the eye of A-jin as he addressed the group with authoritative calm. "Once you are caught bullying your fellow workmates, the boss won't show you any mercy. And just so you know, the boss is a married man with children; don't think that a little makeup will win his attention. Drop that idea."
"Yes, sir, we understand and apologize for our behavior," A-jin and her clique muttered, a hint of fear in their voices as they saw Alex nod at Jan Di, reinforcing her presence and credibility.
As the group arrived at their designated work area, the interns scattered to claim their desks, setting up their computers for the day. The files piled up neatly, promising a full day of tasks ahead.
As they settled in, Jan Di nodded appreciatively as Alex guided her to her desk by the open window, where a gentle breeze wafted through, refreshing the stuffy office ambiance. The fresh air invigorated her, and it didn't go unnoticed by her fellow interns how Alex seemed particularly attentive to Jan Di. "Madam," he said softly, placing a stack of files in front of her. "Are you sure you're going to be okay with these troubled interns?"
With an assured smile, Jan Di replied, "Don't worry; the more they bully me, the less their marks will be on their academic papers." She added a playful wink, signaling Alex that she could handle herself just fine.
The other interns, sensing Jan Di's intriguing connection with Alex, were curious. As soon as he walked out, they swarmed her, eager to ascertain her position. Choon-Hee, one of the interns who pretended to have close ties to the boss, approached Jan Di, her eyes gleaming with false confidence. "I thought you knew the boss, but judging by these stacks of files in front of you, it seems like you're just another intern like us."
Jan Di chuckled, feigning ignorance. "Looks can be deceiving. You never know who holds the real power around here." With a sly smile, she left the others pondering the enigma of her true role in the company.
"What do you mean by that?" Choon-Hee pressed, her intrigue piquing.
"Are you really the boss's wife?" Jan Di shot back, eyebrows lifted in playful challenge. "Do you even know his name?" Choon-Hee faltered, realizing she had no idea, her bravado dwindling.
A-jin interjected, brimming with sarcasm, "What's with you, Miss? Of course, she knows him. Right, Choon-Hee?"
Choon-Hee stammered, "Um, yeah, of course I know his name."
"Then that's good!" Jan Di replied, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. "It's good you know him; can you please excuse me? I have a lot of work to do." Turning her back to them, she began to tackle the files Alex had given her, heading towards the sales department to get into the groove of her tasks.
As she walked away, the interns exchanged frustrated glances, a mix of envy and confusion pouring through them. "Who does she think she is?" A-jin muttered quietly, watching Jan Di's retreating figure with a glare that promised the drama was far from over.
As Jan Di cautiously approached the sales department, her heart racing with anticipation, she felt a sudden, powerful grip wrap around her delicate wrist, bringing her to an abrupt halt. Without warning, she was swiftly pulled into a dimly lit, deserted hallway, where she found herself pressed firmly against the cold, unforgiving wall. Stunned, she attempted to voice a question, but before she could utter a single word, her inquiry was silenced by the unexpected, yet strangely tender, touch of someone's lips gently capturing her own.
In that electric moment, recognition flooded her senses. She knew too well the familiar soft lips of her husband, Nick. Each kiss of his was imbued with emotion, shaded by the memories they shared. The graceful way his hands moved to cup her face ignited sparks within her. The familiar scent of his cologne enveloped her, wrapping her in a warm embrace that felt like home. As his lips and tongue danced with hers, she relaxed into the kiss, feeling a rush of relief and love wash over her.
When they finally pulled away, Nick whispered softly in her ear, "I couldn't resist surprising you here at work. I missed you." The simple confession hung in the air between them, a gentle confession that resonated deeply in her heart.
"I missed you too," Jan Di replied, her hands instinctively weaving around his neck, pulling him closer. Nick responded by pressing her even tighter against him, their surroundings melting away as he captured her lips once more in a passionate kiss. Their breaths mingled, weaving a tapestry of unspoken emotions between them. It felt effortless, like two dance partners who had long waited for an opportunity to reclaim their rhythm.
In that intoxicating embrace, everything else faded—no longer was she in the bustling office with looming deadlines; instead, it was just the two of them, lost in a world of their own creation. The rush of feelings poured forth as their lips moved in harmonious synchrony, an expression of longing that beautifully captured the weight of all the moments they yearned to share.
Time itself seemed to stretch endlessly, cocooning them in a bubble where reality blurred into a blissful dream—a perfect blend of emotions and desires intertwining like two rivers merging into one. Their hearts beat as one, a synchronous rhythm that echoed softly through the office. Each of Nick's touches sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire that only he knew how to set.
But just as suddenly as it had begun, Jan Di felt the need to draw back, breaking the kiss with a gasp, leaving an atmosphere heavy with unspoken emotions hanging between them. The sound of their lips reluctantly parting echoed through the desolate hallway, shattering the quiet like thunderclaps in the stillness, underscoring the sudden chasm that had emerged in that intimate moment. The reality of their lives came crashing back, making the distance that now stretched between them feel palpable and suffocating.
"I can't believe you distracted me again!" she exclaimed, gently hitting his chest, her voice a mixture of annoyance and fondness.
Nick chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with a combination of amusement and longing. "Sorry, I can't help it when you're around," he replied, the hint of a smile playing on his lips, illuminating his face with infectious warmth.
"You are so mean! Honestly, I have to supervise the sales department. A huge sale is going to take place, so I'm heading over there." She attempted to pick up the files that had fallen to the floor during their passionate embrace, but her focus was still wrapped around him.
"I'll do it," Nick insisted, stopping her. He never allowed her to bend down, ever since the doctor had advised caution due to her condition. His instinct was to protect her at all costs.
"Stop it!" Jan Di protested playfully, taking the file from his grasp. "How long are you going to keep stopping me from these daily activities?"
"Now that I'm here, I won't let you do something that might hurt you," he replied sternly but with a touch that remained gentle, the juxtaposition reflecting his deep care for her well-being.
"But the doctor said it was fine for me to do my daily activities! It won't hurt at all," Jan Di insisted, trying to assert her independence in the face of his overprotectiveness.
Nick sighed, his heart torn between understanding her determination and his instinct to shield her. "Okay, but don't overdo it," he cautioned, his voice laced with concern. "It's your first day; you should take care."
The warmth of their exchange encapsulated not only their love but also the delicate balance they navigated—an intricate dance of affection and care, woven through the complexities of their lives together. Each moment spent in one another's presence was a reminder of the bond they shared, a reminder that even in the chaos of work, love still held the power to transform the ordinary into the extraordinary.
"Come with me; I'll give you a tour," Nick suggested, intertwining his fingers with hers, his touch both reassuring and electric. As he led her through the bustling corridors of the CRE, where the air buzzed with anticipation and deal making, he revealed, "One of my bungalows is on the market."
"What? Are you serious, Nick?" She exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise, her grip tightening on his hand as they navigated the maze of sleek modern architecture and high-tech displays.
Chuckling, Nick offered a reassuring squeeze, his confidence infectious. "Trust me, it's all part of the plan. I'll explain everything once we're there." With a playful smile, they made their way to the workshop, a vibrant space that showcased miniature models and samples of the stunning houses for sale. The light reflected off polished surfaces, and the scent of fresh paint lingered in the air.
"Do me a favor and discreetly follow the sales manager," he instructed, his tone shifting to one of urgency. "I need you to record their conversation with the potential buyer and find out the exact amount being offered. There are five houses, each priced at one billion dollars, no more and no less."
Her eyes widened, processing the gravity of his request. "Wait, you want me to spy on them?" She questioned incredulously, raising an eyebrow in disbelief, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling within her.
Nick winked playfully, the corners of his mouth curling into a mischievous grin that hinted at something bigger at play. "Just trust me, it'll all make sense soon." With a reluctant nod, curiosity piqued, and she decided to play along, trailing behind the sales manager to eavesdrop on the conversation. As she navigated the throbbing energy of the workshop, she couldn't shake the feeling that this tour was about to lead her into a whirlwind of secrets and unexpected revelations about her one and only husband, Nick De Alegre.
Six years ago…
The first rays of dawn, still gentle and soft, filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxurious presidential suite, gradually illuminating every corner with a subtle golden glow that highlighted the opulent furnishings in an almost ethereal light. As the sun's embrace enveloped the room, the silk sheets, whispering softly against the slightest movement, cradled her form as she began to stir, her mind slowly navigating the tenuous boundary between the dream world and reality. A gentle sense of disorientation accompanied her awakening, manifesting in a delicate flutter of her eyelids as she endeavored to adjust to the light flooding the space, while the beats of her heart echoed a subtle rhythm of uncertainty and apprehension.
Gradually, the realization that she lay in a state of complete vulnerability dawned upon her, setting off a ripple of panic that coursed through her as she frantically endeavored to piece together the fragmented memories of the previous night's events. Gently parting the covers that draped her, her gaze fell upon the jarring sight of her exposed form, a crimson patch at the spot where she had rested, adding a macabre touch to the disarray of her thoughts. With a swift movement, she gathered the covers around herself, seeking shelter in their comforting embrace while her mind raced to decipher the enigma of her current predicament.
"You are awake," a voice, close yet unfamiliar, shattered the silence like a sudden thunderclap, drawing her attention to the figure beside her—a man whose presence felt both captivating and ominous, his identity buried in layers of mystery. His bronzed skin bore the telltale signs of Mediterranean heritage, the sun-kissed glow accentuating the chiseled contours of his muscular frame, bestowing upon him an undeniable magnetic allure. Piercing blue eyes, vibrant with a rare intensity, captured her gaze, their depths promising realms of fascination, danger, and intrigue. Each feature of his face seemed to narrate a tale of strength and resilience—the long neck that seamlessly merged into a well-defined Adam's apple, the pronounced jawline that spoke of unyielding confidence, and the soft, full lips that beckoned with a silent promise, juxtaposing the rugged handsomeness of his appearance with an alluring touch of understated elegance. Dark, wavy hair framed his visage, accentuating the sculpted angles of his countenance and lending an air of untamed allure to his presence, a vision of masculinity that lingered in the unfolding morning light like an art piece meant to be admired.
"Who are you?" she asked, her grip tightening instinctively around the sheet that clung to her body, invoking a surge of vulnerability in his overpowering presence. As she awaited a response, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirled within her—fear, curiosity, and a hint of undeniable attraction. The air in the room thickened with unspoken tension, each fleeting second stretching taut like a finely woven fabric on the verge of unraveling, intensifying the charged atmosphere between them.
"What?" he replied in English, his deep, tender voice resonating through the room as he shifted his body closer to hers. The magnetic pull between them was tangible, a force that both thrilled and unnerved her. His eyes bore into hers with a fervor that made her heart race, unveiling depths of enigmatic intensity that suggested secrets yet untold. With each incremental moment, the weight of his proximity pressed down upon her with a disarming force, magnifying her acute awareness of both her vulnerability and his nakedness beneath the sheets.
The mingling scents of his cologne and the undeniable aroma of lingering passion hung heavy in the air, creating a heady atmosphere that enveloped them both. She fought to maintain her composure, her pulse quickening as a realization washed over her—the precariousness of her position within the luxurious room, laden with opulence yet plagued by an undercurrent of peril. The man's outstretched hand hovered near her, a silent invitation that stirred conflicting emotions within her. Despite the instinctive urge to recoil, an irresistible curiosity anchored her in place.
"Who are you?" She repeated, this time more urgently, a blend of apprehension and determination coloring her voice. "And why am I here?" The weight of her inquiry hung in the air, the only sound amidst the tangled silence that enveloped them both. Her heart raced as she braced herself for his answer, a frantic stream of questions pulsating in her mind, demanding clarity amidst the confusion.
The man's lips curled into a sly smile, his blue eyes glinting with mischief. "You don't remember, do you?" He replied cryptically, his voice a soft whisper that sent a shiver of curiosity darting down her spine. The enigmatic nature of his words only deepened her confusion, adding an unexpected layer of intrigue to the already mystifying situation.
"Remember what?" she pressed, her voice a melody of frustration and anxiety, each word tinged with urgency. The man's smile broadened, and as he leaned closer, she could perceive the intoxicating energy crackling between them, amplifying the tension in the room. Each fleeting moment felt eternal, their shared silence drumming up a potent anticipation as they stood teetering on the edge of everything unknown.
"You'll remember soon enough," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear, sending an electric jolt vibrating through her body, igniting a fire she hadn't anticipated. The promise in his tone stirred something deep within her, both tantalizing and terrifying, rendering her conscious of the precarious nature of her situation even as desire began to unfurl like a wildflower in her heart. As the golden light continued to illuminate their sanctuary, the morning's promise of new beginnings wove a complex tapestry of hope, fear, and desire, blurring the lines between trust and temptation in a dance that was only just beginning.
As she struggled to gather her thoughts, the man's lips descended upon hers in a hungry, possessive kiss that ignited a spark of desire within her. Despite her initial resistance, she found herself succumbing to the intoxicating lure of his touch, a mixture of fear and longing warring within her. His caress was electrifying, each touch sending a cascade of sensations through her that left her gasping for breath.
"Stop it," she managed to utter, though her voice felt feeble against the overwhelming tide of emotions crashing over her. The intensity of their connection was undeniable, a potent force that seemed to bind them together in a dance of desire and uncertainty. She struggled to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to engulf her.
The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and musk, a potent reminder of the night that had slipped by in a blur of forbidden pleasure. She lay there beneath him, her back pressed against the soft bed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as he loomed over her, his eyes dark with a hunger she had unwittingly awakened.
"You are the one who came to my suite last night," he murmured, his voice a silken thread winding around her senses, threatening to unravel her resolve. "And now you are mine!" His declaration hung in the air, heavy and possessive, as his hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him. The hard length of him pressed against her core, igniting a fire that spread through her veins, even as guilt gnawed at her conscience.
"I... I didn't mean to," she stammered, her voice trembling despite her efforts to remain composed. "It was a mistake."
He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "A mistake? Last night you were anything but mistaken. You were warm, eager... a virgin no more."
Her eyes widened at his words, a mix of shock and shame flooding her features. How could she have been so foolish? So reckless? And yet, as his fingers trailed down her arm, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake, she couldn't deny the truth in his statement.
"I hadn't had sex in a long time," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, "and last night... a virgin, warm as she was, ended up in my bed." She looked away.
His chuckle was low and wicked, sending a shiver down her spine. "Ah, so it was your first time. No wonder you tasted so sweet."
She flinched at his crudeness, her hand flying to her mouth as if to physically push away the memories of their encounter. But his grip on her tightened, his gaze intense as he studied her reaction.
"Don't look so shocked," he taunted, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "You enjoyed it as much as I did. Admit it."
She struggled to form a response, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted to flee, to escape this man and the tangled web of desire and regret he represented. But another part, a darker, more primal part, was drawn to him—to the thrill of the unknown, the rush of breaking free from her inhibitions.
As if sensing her internal struggle, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. She gasped into his mouth, her body betraying her as it melted against him, responding to his touch with an urgency that left no room for doubt.
"See?" he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You want this as much as I do."
His declaration hit her like a ton of bricks. "How did I come in here?" she asked, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. The memories of the previous night were hazy, and she couldn't remember how she ended up in his suite. Her mind raced with questions as she tried to piece together what had happened.
"Shh!" he hushed her gently, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. "All that matters is that you're here now, with me." His touch was comforting. "I will be responsible for you from now on."
"I don't need it!" she replied defiantly, pulling away from him. "I have a boyfriend—"
"And his mother was the one who did this to you," he interrupted her, his voice firm. "That same boyfriend has a fiancee."
She froze, realization dawning on her. "How do you know all of this?"
He chuckled as he positioned himself in between her, his arms resting on the headboard. "Not only do I know that, I also know you were set up and sent here so your beloved could catch you. I am sure he's almost here."
She felt a surge of panic as she realized the truth of his words sinking in. "What do I do now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in closer, a smirk playing on his lips. "Trust me, I have a plan," he whispered back, his eyes glinting with mischief. "On one condition," he added as a knock sounded at the door.
"What condition?" she asked, trying to push him away from her. "You have to trust me completely and do exactly as I say," he replied, his grip tightening on her arm. Another urgent knock sounded at the door. "Open the door."
"Gu Jun Pyo," she said with a panicked expression on her face. "He's here."
"One condition." The man held her firmly, refusing to let her go.
"OK, fine, one condition." She desperately whispered, feeling her heart race with fear.
Smiling, the man withdrew from her, rose from the bed, and wrapped a towel around his waist, his upper body still exposed and his lower abdomen visible, showing off his hairline that ran from his chest down to his navel. He turned back to her and eased her back onto the bed, covering her with the blanket. "Remember, no matter what happens, stay quiet and do not move," he warned before heading towards the door. As she lay there, her mind raced with questions about Gu Jun Pyo's unexpected visit and the man's mysterious condition.
The man opened the door and was met with a group of four boys and two girls. And Gu Jun Pyo didn't beat around the bush as he mattered. "I am looking for someone."
"Someone?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Who is it?"
Gu Jun Pyo's expression turned serious as he replied, "A girl named Geum Jan Di. Have you seen her?"
'So her name is Geum Jan Di,' he thought with a smirk before replying. "Who is she? Should I know her?"
Gu Jun Pyo's eyes narrowed as he sensed the man's playful tone. "She's important to me. If you know anything, please tell me." The man chuckled and said, "I'm sorry, I can't help you. But good luck finding her."
"Can I check inside your suite?" Jun Pyo asked boldly.
"Excuse me?" the man asked with surprise. "You want to check inside my room? Did anyone teach you manners for respecting people's privacy? Or did someone inform you the one you are looking for is here? Tell me?"
The tension in the air thickened as Gu Jun Pyo's determination clashed with the man's smug demeanor. Geum Jan Di, hidden beneath the covers, felt her heart racing in her chest, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling within her as she remained silent, straining to hear every word exchanged.
"You think you can just waltz in here and disrupt my peace?" the man continued, feigning nonchalance while subtly positioning himself as an impenetrable wall between Jun Pyo and the hidden truth. His posture exuded confidence; his arms crossed casually, but his eyes glinted with a calculated intensity.
"You don't know who you're dealing with," Gu Jun Pyo warned, his tone icy, indicating that this was a far more serious game than mere intimidation. The boys and girls behind him shifted uneasily, sensing the escalating friction.
"Perhaps not, but I do know that you've barged into my life without an invitation," the man replied smoothly, his voice dripping with sarcastic charm. "Your urgency speaks volumes, but that doesn't mean I'm inclined to assist you."
"Geum Jan Di is a good friend. I'd do anything to protect her," Jun Pyo insisted, the sincerity in his voice cutting through the banter like a hot knife through butter. "If she's in there, I need to know she's safe."
Geum Jan Di bit her lip, torn between the urge to reveal herself and the instinct to stay hidden, her heart thudding wildly with each passing moment. She could feel the gravity of the situation, aware that her fidelity to either of these men could alter the course of her life forever.
"Oh, really? And how do you think barging in here uninvited and demanding answers will ensure her safety?" the man questioned, an amused smirk lingering on his lips. "You see, it's hard to help someone who may not even want your help. You need to learn how to play the game, my friend."
"Enough with the games. I've had it with this character. Open the door now!" Gu Jun Pyo's voice rose with authority, an unmistakable edge of desperation seeping through. The group of friends shifted behind him, some exchanging worried glances.
The man leaned against the doorframe, considering the moment stretching taut with suspense. "What's your plan, Gu Jun Pyo? What will you do if you find her here?" he challenged, a knowing glimmer in his eye. "Will you confront her about what she's been up to? Will you blame her for whatever predicament she finds herself in?"
The silence that followed was deafening. Geum Jan Di felt as if time had frozen, the weight of his words piercing through her uncertainty. She was indeed caught in a web of manipulation and deception, but she possessed the power to break free—if only she could summon enough courage.
Jun Pyo maintained his steely gaze, refusing to back down. "I apologize if I offended you, but this is important to me. Please, just let me check." The man's expression softened slightly before he finally relented. "Fine, go ahead. But remember, don't disturb my wife; she is still sleeping."
"You are married?" Ji Hoo was clearly surprised, his brows arching in disbelief as he processed this unexpected revelation.
The man nodded, his stance both proud and protective. "Yes, I am. Now please, be quick." With a pulse of urgency, Jun Pyo quickly entered the room, filled with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. However, before he could take more than a few cautious steps inside, Ji Hoo and Ga Eul—the sensible voices in their duo—immediately intervened to stop him.
"Gu Jun Pyo, this is rude. Let's get out of here," Yi Jeong interjected firmly, his tone laced with authority. "I don't think your mother gave you the right room. This is a presidential suite; Jan. Di-ah can't afford this."
"Yes, Jun Pyo." Ji Hoo added, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, grounding him. "Let's not cause any trouble for your friend's family," he continued, with Ga Eul nodding in agreement, her demeanor calm yet assertive as she gently guided Jun Pyo out of the hotel room. "We should respect their privacy and find the correct room."
As the man watched with a mixture of relief and tenderness, the group finally exited his room, their departure signaling a moment of tranquility that settled over both him and the space. A gentle smile graced his lips, warmth washing over him as his gaze shifted back to Jan Di, who remained nestled under the luxurious covers. She seemed almost cocooned, wrapped in a cocoon of solace and vulnerability, her eyes firmly shut against the world and her fingers clutching the bedding as though it were her anchor in a stormy sea of uncertainty. With cautious steps, he approached her, unable to resist the overwhelming wave of affection that surged within him, a protective instinct awakening.
Drawing nearer, he noticed the delicate lines of her face illuminated softly in the morning light and the way her features softened in sleep—a subtle reminder of the strength and fragility intertwined within her essence. He leaned in slowly, his heart pounding with each inch that brought him closer to her. The moment felt surreal as his lips barely grazed hers in a tender gesture, filled with unspoken reassurance. "They are gone," he murmured softly, the words laden with a sense of protection that enveloped the room like a warm embrace.
Jan Di's eyes fluttered open in surprise, a cascade of emotions washing over her as she processed his presence and the remnants of the confrontation. She let out a soft, mumbled "Gomawo," instinctively falling back on her native language, gratitude spilling forth in a moment of vulnerability before she corrected herself, adding a heartfelt "thank you" in English.
His smile was warm and genuine, flickers of understanding passing between them, subtle yet profound. "Don't thank me yet," he said gently, his voice infused with a playful hint of mystery, as if he held secrets yet unshared. "By the way, I am Nicholas. But you can call me Nick."
Jan Di's small smile widened, a glimmer of trust blooming within her as she reciprocated with her own introduction, a spark igniting in the air around them. Nick returned her smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners with relief, their connection deepening in the silence that followed. With a gentle touch, he brushed her hair away from her face, a tender gesture that spoke volumes of care and thoughtfulness, as if he were already laying the groundwork for a bond that transcended mere acquaintance.
"Go shower," he whispered, his voice almost a caress, soft yet filled with a subtle urgency, his words bearing a sense of both command and concern. "And then fulfill my condition." The air shimmered with unspoken promises, a subtle tension hanging between them, laced with a burgeoning connection that hinted at deeper bonds yet to be explored—a relationship that held the potential to blossom from this fragile moment into something wondrous and profound, setting the stage for the adventures and challenges that lay ahead.