“If you think it’s not a big deal because it’s just a little sprain, it could develop into a chronic condition later on.”
“Well, it’s not that serious. It does look a little swollen, but it’s not really uncomfortable.”
Eun Jo carefully observed the doctor’s hands as she wrapped a tape around her ankle.

“Yes, just in case, I’ll give you some antiinflammatory painkillers. As you said, it seems you’ve just slightly sprained it, but resting for a day would certainly help.”
The long tape firmly secured her ankle, starting from the Achilles tendon, slightly above the peach bone, then to the instep, sole, and instep again.

She could immediately feel the support it provided.

She felt a bit embarrassed thinking that she was causing trouble for others over something so trivial.

“Thank you.”
“If you feel any more discomfort, please give me a call.”
The mature female doctor left the house as quietly as she had come.

If she was going to call a doctor to her house for this, why did she have to leave her dressing room in such a mess?

Giving her sickness and then medicine, hot then cold

If his aim was to give Eun Jo a hard time, he was doing it perfectly.

But the woman now was far from the clueless college student she used to be at twentytwo.

Kwon Jae Ha could hardly imagine what raising a child was like.

If it’s this much to see a doctor.

No, not even just see calling to her house really unstoppable.

During the past 6 years of raising Da On, she might have been to the underworld several times.

Burning her hand on the hot steam, or on the pot, or cutting it on a sharp knife.

Occasionally spraining and falling like this wasn’t even a big deal.

What’s truly scary is when the child vomits for no reason or has a fever or

Eun Jo suddenly burst into laughter.

Last spring, Da On had fallen at the taekwondo studio and hurt his wrist. She was so shocked.

She was relieved that she didn’t faint on her way to the emergency room after receiving the call.

The child, in fact, was quite brave, shedding only a few tears.

He even talked about his own mistake that caused the fall, which made Eun Jo feel proud.

His cute face flickered before her eyes.

She felt a bit of shame for using the child.

That man had been speaking with his eyes since the moment they met again.

Telling her he hated her.

Demanding her to repay the emotional debt she owed him.

Begging for forgiveness for his injured pride, both physically and emotionally.

She knew that six hundred million meant nothing to him in the first place.

If he needed a futile emotional play even when he was keeping quiet.

She had no other choice but to be used… at least for now.

“…I want to go home.”
She missed the monotonous daily life, which sometimes felt boring due to its monotony.

The wide and splendid kitchen and living room filled with topquality furniture.

She missed her simple home that was in stark contrast with what she currently saw.

Leaning on the imported dishwasher that made a pleasant sound as it spun like rain, Eun Jo moved her heavy feet.

Towards the second floor, to the problematic dressing room.

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…What’s going on?

The door was locked.

The doorknob didn’t budge, showing no sign of moving at all.

…?

Eun Jo, tilting her head, blankly stared at the round keyhole under the luxurious beige gold handle.

It’s locked, it’s locked.

Wondering if there might be a key nearby, she looked around but eventually took out her cell phone.

She didn’t want to call him, who wouldn’t even meet her gaze or maybe because he might be busy. So, she left a message.

[It seems like the dressing room is locked.] “…..”
[I forgot. It’s locked.] You locked it? Where’s the key?
[Don’t touch it, it’s locked for a reason. Leave it alone.] …..
[I don’t like you touching my stuff.] …..
[Don’t touch my things and certainly don’t touch me. For a while.] For, a while?

[Surely, you haven’t forgotten what you did to my lips, my body last night.] Well then, I’m going to work.

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What I did? Ha!

If anyone heard, they’d think I did something terribly wrong.

Well, there’s no rule saying it won’t happen if we continue like this.

Eun Jo was like a moth, running towards Kwon Jae Ha, who was throwing away a large sum of money.

Her mind kept telling her not to, but her body…had its own mind.

“Phew…..”
Eun Jo, who had stood in front of the tightly locked dressing room for a long time, finally left.

She found herself looking for a way out even when she knew there was none.

Turning round and round, she was back at square one.

No matter how much she wandered in search of an exit, there was only a deadend alley.

…It’s okay.

Anyway, our Min Ah didn’t go through anything. She’ll soon be appointed.

Our family is healthy and happy, and will continue to be.

Just think about that, Eun Jo.

7 PM.

At ‘Yoko Mori,’ a Japanese restaurant located in Cheongdamdong.

From the outside, the upscale restaurant revealed a modern yet traditional interior as one entered.