RMH 30

Chapter 30

Everyone’s eyes were on Kim Jiho.

He kept staring at the phone, vibrating fearfully.

It was as if the call would go on forever until he picked it up.

Rrrrrrrr—

The phone rang incessantly.

Finally, Kim Jiho closed his eyes tightly and answered.

“…Hello?”

A few seconds later, Minister Choi Myungho’s furious shouting spilled out through the speaker.

• Hey, you #$%@!!

“M-Minister!”

• You #$% scum, I’m going to #$%#$ you up!!

He couldn’t hear exactly what was being said, but the stream of harsh curses, full of vivid comparisons to all sorts of livestock, was unmistakable.

“Uh, th-that…”

As the call continued, Kim Jiho’s face turned paler and paler, almost blue.

After the call ended, he ran out in a panic.

Yuseong reached out to Jiwon, who had been sitting and sobbing.

“How long are you going to cry because of that jerk? Get up. Your dad will handle everything.”

Jiwon, her face swollen from crying, glanced up at Yuseong and cautiously took her hand, standing up.

“…If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have known what a jerk he was. I’ll buy you a meal later or something.”

Yuseong smiled faintly at Jiwon’s thoughtful words.

“I should be the one thanking you for trusting me. Never meet a man like that again, okay?”

“…Yes. Next time, I’ll meet a really good guy.”

Jiwon nodded and began walking.

Then, as if she remembered something, she turned back.

“I’ll also pray that you escape from Kwon Hyukjun.”

She added that cheekily and left.

Watching her go, Yuseong looked at Suhyuk, who had been standing by her side.

“Feels like we’ve gained a thousand soldiers, huh?”

“How did you know that girl is Minister Choi Myungho’s youngest daughter?”

“She’s acquainted with my father. I met her once before.”

Not only did she remember her face from one past meeting, but she also deduced that she was the minister’s youngest daughter.

“Her intuition must be sharp… or maybe she had another trick.”

Minister Choi was a doting father who kept his youngest daughter away from all media.

So how did she know?

Suhyuk, full of questions, watched Yuseong with a raised eyebrow. She smiled wryly and said:

“I have ambitions, you know. I know the faces of high-ranking people. I just realized Jiwon looked exactly like Minister Choi.”

Suhyuk squinted and let out a faint laugh.

He watched Yuseong carve her own path skillfully, feeling proud even though it wasn’t his achievement.

“Shall we go handle our own errands now, miss?”

“What? You’re still keeping up that act?”

“It’s fine to say I’m a bodyguard.”

“…Honestly.”

Finally, the two of them left to fulfill the real purpose of their visit to the department store.

In the end, Yuseong’s bed was chosen from a high-end brand used by the British royal family.

It was because of Suhyuk’s persistent insistence.

The delivery would come by tomorrow morning, so she would only have to endure one more night sleeping on the floor.

But Suhyuk seemed unwilling to allow even that one night.

“Sleep on the bed while you can.”

“And what about you, Kwon Suhyuk…?”

Yuseong was still arguing about where to sleep tonight.

Tomorrow, she could sleep on the bed, so tonight she could just sleep on the floor.

Suhyuk, arms crossed, wore a firm expression, refusing to yield.

“I’ll be fine on the sofa. I have work to do on my laptop anyway.”

“But you’re the owner of the house…”

“If you don’t sleep well, you won’t grow taller.”

Haah. My growth plates closed ages ago.

‘Again, treated like a kid!’

Suhyuk pushed Yuseong into his room.

“Hey!”

“Sleep first, okay?”

“Fine, I can sleep on the bed anyway…”

Yuseong reluctantly agreed. Suhyuk probably wouldn’t stop arguing until she slept on the bed.

Yuseong closed the door with a smile, watching him leave.

That man was rough in speech and action, but kinder than anyone inside.

Suddenly, Yuseong had an idea and opened the door abruptly, calling out.

“Kwon Suhyuk!”

“What?”

“Sleep together?”

Since Suhyuk would be going to bed late anyway, she could sleep first without a problem.

“What?”

‘Oh, maybe this wasn’t a good idea.’

Seeing Suhyuk looking down at her curiously, she immediately regretted the words.

“Can you sleep in the same bed with me?”

“Yes. If you promise you won’t do anything.”

Ha.

Suhyuk clicked his tongue in disbelief and playfully pushed Yuseong’s forehead with his palm.

“Eh.”

“Go sleep. I’ll be next to you when work is done.”

“…Yes!”

Yuseong slipped back into his room and closed the door.

“Ha…”

She slumped to the floor outside the door.

Sleeping next to him? Kwon Suhyuk?

Hearing it from him felt strangely thrilling.

Going furniture shopping together and now sharing a bed…

‘This is just like newlyweds.’

A pink wave of excitement flowed through her.

But her cheeks only flushed briefly.

“Focus, Shin Yuseong.”

Feeling her heart race, Yuseong quickly regained her composure.

Her goal was revenge, not romance. She had to keep that in mind.

She got up and looked at the large bed before her.

“No problem, I guess. It’s big enough for three people…”

She carefully lay down on the bed.

Suhyuk’s scent lingered heavily, as if claiming the bed for himself.

“….”

His familiar cologne permeated the bed.

‘His scent everywhere… it feels so weird.’

It made her feel almost as if she was being embraced by him.

Could she really sleep?

Yuseong closed her eyes tightly, feeling an unfamiliar thrill.

It was going to be a dangerous night.

In the dim early morning, Suhyuk finished his work and quietly opened the door.

Yuseong lay sideways on his bed, unmoving.

Seeing her in his bed felt strange.

He watched her for a moment, then closed the door softly.

Yuseong didn’t stir, likely deep in sleep.

Relieved, he took off his glasses and set them on the table.

Then he quickly took off his shirt, as he preferred to sleep shirtless.

‘Will she wake up and be surprised?’

He smiled, thinking it might be fun to see her startled face, and lay down beside her.

But just as he was about to rest his head on the pillow, he noticed Yuseong’s eyelids twitch slightly.

Her eyelashes trembled pitifully.

‘What is this?’

She wasn’t actually asleep but pretending.

He sat up a little and gently stroked her hair.

“…!”

This time her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

What was she doing? Suhyuk smiled and withdrew his hand.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet?”

At that, Yuseong quickly opened her eyes.

Seeing Suhyuk’s face so close, her pupils darted around helplessly.

“Just… couldn’t sleep.”

“Then why pretend to sleep?”

“…Just because.”

“Stop saying ‘just because.’ Put some effort into it.”

Yuseong bit her innocent lips nervously.

She had been trying to fall asleep despite the bed smelling of him, forcing her eyes closed.

Then the sound of the door opening and clothes being removed reached her, making it impossible to open her eyes.

‘Good thing it’s dark. He wouldn’t see my expression.’

It seemed Suhyuk had taken off his shirt. Even in the dark, his perfect abs could be imagined naturally.

“Feels good, Yuseong?”

“Uh, it’s weird… no, ticklish.”

Stop thinking!

Yuseong closed her eyes tightly and tried to change the topic.

“Why are you sitting up, Kwon Suhyuk? It’s late, go lie down.”

“Well, I was thinking of having a cigarette.”

“Please quit smoking. You smoke too much.”

Okay, fine. His large hand, which had playfully ruffled her hair, stopped.

“Why?”

Because her full lips had caught his attention.

Suhyuk gazed at her lips and asked:

“So, what will you do every time you want to smoke? You can’t do anything else.”

His gaze was clearly laced with desire.

“What else? Then smoke that. If there’s a substitute, it’s better to use it to quit.”

Unaware that he meant her lips as the substitute, Yuseong replied casually.

“Really?”

“…!”