“[…You really like him, don’t you. Chairman Han.] Hearing from someone else that she had feelings for someone was more shocking.

She had never had feelings for anyone in her 27 years of life.

This was understandable as she had been living intensely while working as an actress.

She had shared good emotions with the male actors she worked with.

But it always ended there. She was not interested even if the other person tried to deepen the relationship.

Of course, there was another reason. The reason she still had no experience in dating was because Eran had always been a part of Su Hee’s life.

To escape from a life of bondage, she had started living alone away from home.

“Oppa. Isn’t it supposed to be passionate when you like someone?”
Before she could start a proper relationship, Eran had an accident, and dating was pushed down the list of priorities.

That’s why Su Hee couldn’t accept her feelings for Seung Jo.

[After all this time, you’ve been saying that you like him. Now, what are you talking about?] Su Hee expressed her confusion.

“In dramas, they’re dying. Honestly, I’m not like that.”
[Just like everyone has a different face, there are different forms of love.] “So what kind of form am I?”
[Ah, I want to stop these embarrassing talks.] Chul Yong, who had only dated twice, seemed embarrassed.

“Why did you stop talking? What kind of form am I?”
Su Hee asked persistently, feeling as if she hadn’t heard the most important thing.

[You’ll know as you date Chairman Han.] What would Chul Yong’s reaction be if she told him this love rumor was false?

She didn’t want to hide it from Chul Yong, who was like a real brother, but to do that, she would have to spill all her circumstances, so she decided to bear it.

“Oppa, can you come pick me up now?”
[Where are you? I’ll come right now.] “I’m at Chairman Han Seung Jo’s house.”
[Chairman Han’s house?]

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Chul Yong unleashed a bunch of nagging as soon as Su Hee got in the car.

He must have been surprised when he heard that she was suddenly at Seung Jo’s house from the hotel.

But even a good heart can run away after 30 minutes of nagging on the way home.

“How did you get to Chairman Han’s house.”
“I took a car.”
“That’s not what I’m asking.”
“Chairman Han was sick, so I drove instead.”
Chul Yong chastised Su Hee as he parked the car in the apartment parking lot, seemingly unsatisfied with something.

“In that situation, you should have called the car secretary.”

“Thinking of Cha Secretary when you’re about to faint?”
Only after setting off to Seung Jo’s house in the car, had the existence of Cha Secretary been remembered.

But by then, office hours were over, and he didn’t know Seung Jo would really collapse.

“No matter how close we are, no matter how comfortable we are with each other! You can’t just go to his house that easily. You should’ve watched the CEO for at least 100 days before you gave your time to him.”
“There’s a term that people coined for guys like you.”
“What, affectionate guy?”
“Oldfashioned.”
Cheol Yong’s veins bulged at the word spouted out.

“I’m saying this because I’m worried about you…!”
“I’m leaving.”
Su Hee left, opening the backseat door before Cheol Yong could finish his sentence.

And she closed the backseat door before Cheol Yong’s nagging exploded from beyond the opened door.

Upon arriving home via elevator, Su Hee immediately went to the bathroom.

After loosening her tightened muscles with hot water, she felt somewhat lighter.

Su Hee, wearing a thin slip, turned off the light in the bedroom and lay on the bed.

Lying on the bed looking at the ceiling, Su Hee felt drowsy but wasn’t sleepy.

As Su Hee went over the day’s events, she touched her neck.

Even though she had washed her body with a stream of water, her neck where Seung Jo’s breath had brushed was still ticklish.

“Thank you. Thanks… Thank you.”
Su Hee muttered the words Seung Jo had said in a row.

All the hardships and what she had achieved was a single word of thanks.

Rather than the word being memorable, the image of him smiling while saying the word came to mind.

Su Hee, turning her body to the side, placed both hands under her cheek.

[Just as every person has a different face, so does love have different appearances.] What she could definitely say was it wasn’t love yet.

Perhaps it was just liking, not more or less.

A feeling that might disappear after a few days.

A feeling that she might easily forget after meeting a few times.

But if she had to define it as love, it would be puppy love.

“Love, love…”
Having been an actress, she had acted in love from time to time.

Her heart fluttered, she couldn’t sleep, and her words got stuck whenever she saw his face.

Sometimes, it felt like she could give him everything and it wouldn’t be a waste, that was what love was.

Would she experience all those feelings if she ended up not just liking Seung Jo but loving him?

Like a sevenyearold child, Su Hee was filled with curiosity.

Before she knew it, her thoughts led her to dawn.