“Stop using informal speech. How many times do I have to tell you to understand?”

“…”

Seo Ha dropped her head. Kyung Joon glanced at Yoon Seo Ha’s face barely resting on his shoulder and raised his finger.

“You’re so heavy.”

Kyung Joon pushed Seo Ha away and leaned her against the window before rubbing his left chest.

“…Did I get drunk too?”

His heart was pounding strangely under his finger. It felt like his face was getting a bit hot. It seemed his alcohol tolerance had significantly decreased since he hadn’t been drinking for a while.

“Ugh.”

Seo Ha barely opened her eyes amidst a hangover that felt like a moon rabbit pounding her brain instead of rice cakes. The familiar ceiling and the blanket snugly wrapped around her body. It was home.

“Honey, I’m so…”

Her stilldazed mind habitually searched for Seung Oh. Seo Ha stared emptily at the bedroom filled with only the clothes she had thrown off and struggled to get up.

As she sat on the bed for a moment, her memories slowly returned.

She had downed quite a few drinks, including soju and beer mixed together, even though she usually only had a few drinks at company dinners. The grilled clams had been delicious. She remembered Ryu Kyung Joon’s hands, trying their best to grill the clams even though he wasn’t good at it.

How had she left from there?

After thinking for a while, Seo Ha clutched her head, overwhelmed by the flood of memories.

“I’m crazy.”

She had drunkenly rambled on and on. She clearly remembered Ryu Kyung Joon’s disdainful gaze watching her.

They had ridden in the car together. She had mentioned her house was in Eulwangri. So, did he intentionally take her home and then go to his Seoul house?

“We’re here. Wake up.”

In her drowsiness, she thought the person waking her up was Seung Oh. Really. Truly. She had even forgotten that she threw the divorce papers at Seung Oh and drank alcohol.

“Honeyyy. I’m dizzy.”

It seemed like she had drunkenly buried her face in Kyung Joon’s embrace while acting cute, which she only did when she was drunk.

No, it wasn’t that it seemed like it, she had done it.

“Arghhh!”

Seo Ha furiously hit the innocent pillow.

“Who, who’s your husband? Are you not letting go?”

Kyung Joon’s voice, sounding frustrated after drinking together, echoed in her ears.

“Why are people so careless? No caution at all.”

It was the first time Seo Ha had experienced such an undervaluation in her life.

“Let’s go up. I’ll take you home.”

She remembered hearing those words while leaning on Kyung Joon and riding the elevator together.

“Get a hold of yourself, Ryu Kyung Joon. Now, pretend you don’t know. If we get any closer here, it’ll be messed up.”

“Yoon Seo Ha, you’re crazy.”

Seo Ha wrapped herself up in the blanket and curled into a ball. She was so embarrassed that she couldn’t even feel sad. She wanted to disappear into cosmic dust.

She had to contact him, if he was a person.

After a long while, Seo Ha crawled out of the blanket, drank a glass of water, and looked around. However, no matter how much she searched, she couldn’t find the bag she had yesterday, and only the car key was left next to the bed.

“Did I leave it in the car?”

Seo Ha walked out barefoot and went down to the parking lot.

Thankfully, the bag was on the floor of the back seat, along with an unfamiliar cell phone.

“Huh? This is…”

It was Kyung Joon’s phone.

“I’ll have to return it tomorrow.”

As Seo Ha was about to put it away, the phone suddenly vibrated.

[Ryu Chairman]

Should she answer or not? As Seo Ha hesitated, she pressed the call button just before the vibration stopped. She intended to tell the owner that he had lost his cell phone.

“Hel…”

[What kind of guy are you?]

Before she could say hello, an irritated scolding burst out from the cell phone.

[You went in and reported. You took a ride with Kang Yoon Company’s daughter? Is this the time for you to leisurely meet women!]

What was this about? Seo Ha turned up the call volume and pressed the phone closer to her ear.

[Even if you had a purpose for going, you should have reported. It’s been months since we agreed to analyze Kang Yoon, and there’s no progress, no reports! What? You’ll take responsibility and acquire Kang Yoon? If you say so, then fine. You useless guy! Don’t even think about showing your face at home before you bring a proper report. You’re not even worth your brothers’ toenail dirt!]

The onesided tirade and cursing ‘Chairman Ryu’ spat out before hanging up.

Seo Ha tightly clenched the now silent phone in her hand. She knew who the ‘Chairman Ryu’ that had just called was. There was only one person in South Korea with the uncommon surname ‘Ryu’ who held the title of chairman.

“Taeyang Group…”

A place that expanded its business like an octopus, acquiring promising small companies instead of directly developing new fields. It had a notorious reputation for restructuring existing executives with any excuse and distributing positions to their relatives and close friends.