4- Her boyfriend arrived

After that, he carried her in his arms and headed upstairs, leaving everything behind.

He then dropped her at the bathtub before he stroked his feet behind her waist and seated her in the same bathtub nudely.

He extended his arm and twirled open the water pipe. While his hand was on the way to its place, it grabbed her waist fully and dragged her onto him abruptly.

Feeling his hard penis pressing against her lower back, an intoxicating sigh whirled out of her lips, "Ahh..."

"Are you okay?" His anxiety blew beside her earlobe.

Biting her lower corner lip seductively and downcasting the water between her legs, she responded, "Yes." Her voice was barely audible.

Inaudible voice of her. Shyness in her body. Her hand's trembling sensation was lying on his hand. Everything sent the opposite information to him while this was all because of her body aching to ask him for another round.

"I must be making you uncomfortable by accompanying you with a bath?" He questioned. Disappointment crawled in his voice.

She turned and looked into his eyes, desperately wanting to say no. Unfortunately, his alluring eyes fired her shyness further.

"It is!" He confirmed, and his voice was low as if he was swallowed with the despondency.

"No!" He stopped him in his mind. But he almost stood up from the bathtub, unfurling his hand away from her waist.

As his drenched feet walked off the bathroom, dripping the water drops on the way, he looked back at her once only to find her sighing relaxingly.

Disappointment pierced his heart. He then continued his walk and left the bathroom.

From her point of view, it was a guilty sigh, and she leaned against the bathtub wall, regretting what she failed to do earlier.

"She should've had to offer me at least a side eye if she was too shy to open up," he thought to himself.

"He should've continued without asking me like he did at the dining table earlier," she thought to herself.

Both sighed hopelessly, blaming each other for what they missed for today.

Half an hour later, she came downstairs in another new outfit, drying her wet hair with the blow dryer. The longing gaze of her scanned for Byong Woo all around the house.

Instead of him, she got a hold of a sticky notice from the main door.

She read: I'm leaving for work since my presence will make you feel uncomfortable. After all, it's a sudden marriage. I understand your feelings, and I always respect you. Please feel free at home.

"Did I say I'm uncomfortable-?"

The door opened right away, exposing Byong Woo's presence, causing her to zip up her mouth immediately.

"I forgot my phone," he excused himself before coming in.

"Okay," she hurriedly permitted him. Her voice quivered.

He then took his phone and went out. When it had only one inch to the door to close fully, he opened it wildly and rushed to her.

As he glimpsed at her confused eyes darting at him, he pressed his lips against her forehead tenderly. Her breath struck. He kept staying like that until she exhaled, accepting his warmth.

Then he left, slamming the door as quickly as possible. He breathed heavily, tapping his heart, which was bounding crazily with the fear of her rejection.

Inside the house, A gratifying smile peeked at the corner of her lips as she brazed the trace of his kiss on her forehead.

At his office.

The meeting was going on.

While he was flipping through the contract papers, which had the title of "Agreement to be Male Lead for the Drama 'Romance Needs to be Worked Out'"

"Why did this party reject our proposal?" Byong Woo queried.

"That party demands a higher salary, sir." One of the staff cleared his doubt.

"We have a super good-looking young man for this drama, sir. He also accepted our terms and conditions without any query." The other staff, who were standing beside the display screen, drew Byong Woo's attention.

"Who is it?"

That staff turned on the display screen.

It brought a spontaneously stunning young man's profile to his sight.

Byong Woo was aghast. The contract paper slipped down on his feet.

"His name is Kim Joon. A 27-year-old young man is also doing modeling in the KYG entertainment company." The staff was explaining in detail, mistaking Byong Woo's shock as a stunned expression.

"But he demands something unacceptable from you, sir." That staff hesitatedly delivered that, causing Byong Woo to pull down his brows in tension.

"From me?" Byong Woo glared.

"It's not that costly!" A deep, alluring voice came from the door side. It was more like a vehement.

Everyone gathered their sight at that person.

It was Kim Joon.

Byong Woo's heart skipped a beat as soon as noticing him. He stood up immediately.

"I want your wife to play the role of female lead!" He firmly demanded, inserting his hands inside his pant pocket.

His demand sowed shock in everyone's face while Byong Woo stared at him angrily. "Everyone, leave right now!" Byong Woo ordered with an authoritative tone.

After the staff left the meeting hall, Kim Joon came and seated himself in the chair near Byong Woo, facing him.

"What are you up to now?" Byong Woo's nose flared steam.

"I didn't even think you would be filthy like this!" Kim Joon growled with wrath. "Soo Yun is my girlfriend!"

"She is my wife!" Byong Woo raised his voice, warning him.

Kim Joon stood up, strangled Byong Woo's neck, roaring closer to his face, "You take advantage of her amnesia! Do you call yourself my friend after stealing my girlfriend in this nasty way?!"

Byong Woo became less for words. Honestly, he found nothing would prove his way was ethical.

Kimjoon freed his neck, giving him space to breathe. "I know it makes you guilty. Give back my wife. You don't deserve her." Kim Joon's every dictation pierced his heart one after one without grace. "Make her sign the contract! I will take care of the rest." He insisted.