Chapter 93
To say it again, when it comes to advice about marriage, the people Kanghyeon would absolutely never go to are his parents. And yet, he kept chewing over his father’s philosophy on marriage.
Even while standing in line at airport security and watching another couple’s cringeworthy argument.
“I told you not to put liquids over 100 milliliters in here.”
“This isn’t over 100 milliliters.”
“So what? The container is 250 milliliters. Is this your first time traveling overseas?”
“Ah, seriously. Don’t embarrass me in front of everyone.”
Meanwhile, Kanghyeon and Hyeji didn’t need to say a single word as they placed their belongings into the trays. They moved in perfect sync, just like on business trips back when they were an Esper and a Guide, a director and a secretary.
But as lovers?
Only then did Kanghyeon realize it.
Whether in sync or out of sync, we don’t even have hands and feet to match up yet.
After finishing all the departure procedures smoothly, Hyeji sank deep into a leather sofa in the airport lounge. While waiting for the cup ramyeon, which would become a rare item once they left the country, to finish cooking, her gaze lingered on the planes outside the window.
Was Dubai, where they had conceived Saebyeok, the last time?
Then has it been almost a year and a half since she last got on a plane.
It’s exciting, after so long.
“Do you get excited like that when you look at me too?”
Even though it was just a thought, the man sitting across from her with his long legs crossed chimed in. The man who said he had company work to wrap up before departure. Why was he staring only at Hyeji instead of his phone?
“Aren’t you working, Director Han Kanghyeon?”
“If the company collapses because I slack off a bit, then it deserves to collapse.”
“Good thing I quit before it did.”
“You’re dodging the question. That’s suspicious.”
When did I dodge anything. But wait, what did this man just say again.
She had simply forgotten.
“I asked if you get excited looking at me, the same way you do looking at the plane.”
Even hearing it again made Hyeji want to lose her mind.
“I’ve never heard of a man who gets jealous of an airplane…”
Ah, wait.
The inhibitor!
Kanghyeon’s parents had come over and things got hectic, and she had forgotten to refill it. Hyeji was now facing the crisis of being stuck for 336 hours with a man who could read all her thoughts.
“What? Is it something I’m not supposed to know?”
Is ‘Did this man hide his pathological jealousy and then get married to me?’ a thought I’m not supposed to have?
The moment she deliberately muttered that to herself, a crease formed between the straight bridge of his nose and his perfectly angled brows. Even if he couldn’t sulk, she could tell he felt wronged.
“Hyeji-ya, I’m saying I’m curious what you think about.”
She had thought it meant something like what do you usually think about while living your life, but…
“Do you ever think about me?”
Hearing the follow-up question made it even more absurd.
“We’re together all the time. Why would I think about you?”
“I do.”
“For example?”
“My Hyeji is the prettiest.”
“Agreed.”
“Those sandals that woman is wearing would look good on my wife too. Should I go down and buy them?”
“That sentiment is very sweet and I appreciate it, but I still haven’t even worn the sandals you bought me before.”
“All the cup ramyeon in the world sticks to the woman I love.”
“Ah.”
Hyeji stopped halfway through opening the cup ramyeon lid, then promptly forgot about it again.
“What does Noh Hyeji think of me?”
The man’s eyes, saying something so out of the blue, lost their usual sharp sensuality and drooped.
“A former boss? Saebyeok’s dad?”
Now she understood why he had started picking a fight. In terms of MBTI, she had thought he was a capital-T type like her, but that was only in professional settings. In private, he was definitely an F.
“Who goes on a honeymoon with their former boss? What a great conversation to have right before a honeymoon. Are you looking for a fight?”
“Yeah. I want to try having a lovers’ quarrel with you too.”
Hadn’t they already done that? When he came back from Libya and self-destructed with a confession of love.
To Hyeji, looking back, that had been a lovers’ quarrel, but it didn’t seem that way to Kanghyeon. Was it because she said she didn’t love him anymore? Could the impact of those words she had thrown out so easily back then still be stirring his heart even now?
“Do you still think I don’t love you, Kanghyeon-ssi?”
“If you didn’t love me, you wouldn’t have given up fifty billion won, when you love money, and chosen me.”
“You know me well.”
“With my head. But I don’t really feel it in my heart.”
Then to Han Kanghyeon, was fifty billion won an amount that only registered in his head?
Hyeji briefly recalled the state of Kanghyeon’s assets that he had disclosed when they got married.
…That’s the only conclusion I can come to.
Once again, out of habit, her mind wandered off to money, but Hyeji understood what Kanghyeon was trying to say.
So it meant that the expressions of love that actually reached her heart had been lacking.
