Agreed to 2 month contract

Instantly, he noticed the door was opened by someone. Hajoon hid his pain-expressing face, spreading his bangs over the scratched forehead that was created by Cho-Hee's throw, and he stood straight, facing his mother, while Cho-Hee was near his feet, collecting the scattered papers.

She fretted, her frustrated voice asking, "What happened just now?"

"I heard the weird sound!" She checked his hands, feet, and face with those trembling hands.

She found the scratches when Hajoon moaned a little once her fingers slightly crashed into his right eyebrow.

Instantly, She flipped away the hairs that had been hiding it, and her fury turned to Cho-Hee, who was still collecting the file's paper in a squatting position.

"Why are you acting like this?" She growledand chastised, "What did he do wrong to you?"

Cho-Hee stood up and held the file in her hand with her face facing the floor, while Hajoon scrubbed his forehead embarrassingly.

"This won't fix it. I'm going to Hajoon's tight hold on his mother's hand interpreted her order.

Cho-Hee's facing-down pupils moved up, but she kept her head in the same position as she heard her mouth voice say, "Firing."

"Don't!" Hajoon gestured with his eyes as his mother rubber-necked at him.

His mind's voice said, "She is doing it all for that alone!"

His mother raised her two eyebrows at the same time with expanded eyes and turned her face away from him towards Cho-Hee, who was standing in front of them with a downward face.

Cho-Hee looked up at her sinful face and said, as her voice expressed agony, "Yes, madam. This is my fault. Firing me is the right choice."

Hajoon's jaw dropped as soon as he saw her unfamiliar expression towards his mother, and he gulped as he figured that was just acting.

His mother changed her angry face into a nice, smiling face towards her and approached her by wrapping her shoulder around her. She was convincing her with a nice voice: "It's okay; he didn't mind it. Keep working with him and help with his foolish attitude."

"No, firing is the best thing!" Cho-Hee looked up at her and lowered her eyebrow.

"No," His mother moved back away slowly and walked backward step by step to the door side, refusing her idea as Hajoon watched their weird activity.

Cho-Hee kept watching her like an innocent and tried to follow her while his mother went out and shut the door.

Only after that did Ha-Eun release her held breath and compliment, "How is he going to gain her love?" and she walked along the hallway after feeling bad for him, saying, "So poor boy!"

Hajoon grabbed Cho-Hee's hand while she was about to move away from him to follow his mother.

She turned her face to him quickly and lifted her eyelashes like taking out the sword; her fury glared at his hand, which was holding her hand.

So he uncuffed her hand at her frustrated gaze and demanded, "I promise that you can resign after two months. You don't even need to work for me." His sinful eyes looked at her for her approval.

She exhaled sharply as she agreed with his demand, dropped her hand down, and stood straight as she frowned at him.

At the time, a staff member knocked on the door.

He moved back to his seat as he commented, "Come in!"

She looked at the door as the staff entered with a punch of contract papers to sign.

She passed her, bowing to Hajoon, who was sitting in his chair, and took out a pen from the table, becoming ready to sign.

The staff placed the contract papers in front of him and left by bowing to him.

She walked towards the sofa, which was on the side of the window where the daylight beam was dripping from the glass. She placed her buttocks on the sofa as her body felt more warmth.

His room was always a little hot because he was the god of fire, and he had to stay in touch with the warm atmosphere to keep his power. He can survive in cold weather too, but it will make his body emit vapours.

He kept signing the papers by twirling his painful wrist between each sign.

She noticed him once after wondering about his room's neatness.

Her gaze became remorseful as soon as she noticed him trying hard to get rid of the wrist pain that she had caused, and that gaze moved up to his forehead, where she saw the place where her file had hit him. His bangs had covered the wound, and his face was facing the signing paper.

A little guilt blew through her sigh, and she said, "One sec!"

He looked up at her and halted signing as she stood up, walking to the bench side and standing on the opposite side of him.

His sinful stare kept looking at her hand flipping the page for him.

"Now sign!" She said this, looking straight into his bewildered gaze.

She blinked once before signing. Then she flipped another page for him, and he signed after her flips.

He slightly smiled at himself.

She reminded him as soon as she saw his slight smile, "Don't think that I'm trying to be nice to you. I'm the reason for your hard situation, and that's why I'm doing it!"

He gestured his finger in the "okay" sign without lifting his head towards her and kept signing.

Sae-rom was walking to the office canteen, which was on the ground floor. She ordered one cold coffee, which will help soothe the summer heat.

Half an hour later, Hajoon completed his signing process and stood up as they shook their hands separately out of pain.

He looked at her, bit his lower lip on the corner as his anxiety showed through his gaze, and asked her, "Can you help me with the drive?"

As he glanced at her wrinkled brows frowning at him, he pronounced each word carefully: "As a help, as a help."

He showed his hurt wrist.

He narrowed her eyes at him as he smiled nervously, and she agreed, "Just as help."

"Yes, yes, yes, as a help." He comforted her with his words.

He entered his elevator, and she followed him back and stood next to him as he pressed the -1 floor.

As the elevator moved down and his heart realised that his elevator was always at a high temperature, he rubbernecked at her quickly.

She also looked up at him at the same time and bewilderedly asked, "What?"

"Ho-How-" He stammered, watching the sweat-free skin of her shoulder, hands, and face. Then he enunciated, "Why is it that your body doesn't sweat yet?"

She looked straight up at the door of an elevator while his shocked face expected an answer from her: "That's why I came here for the job, and I don't need to explain about my privacy to you!"

He snorted silently, so he couldn't be caught by her.

Then they moved down to the car parking area after the elevator opened. He threw the car key to her and pointed out the black, elegant, shining car that had been halted between the two white cars.

She opened the door, sat in the driver's seat, and started the engine as he sat in the front seat next to her, keeping the window in the closed position.

"To where?" she asked.

So he turned on the navigation system, and the map showed the location of another product design company, which was a little far from his.