After dropping off my bag, I sank into my chair and stared straight at the tall, glass-walled office across from me.
There he was.
Joonseo.
Sitting in his leather chair, absorbed in his screen, brows furrowed as if the world outside him didn't exist. He looked serious. Cold.
I didn't even realize how tightly I was gripping the folder in my hands until I felt the corners crease under my thumb.
Then—
He turned.
He looked at me.
Our eyes locked for a second. Just one second. But it was enough for my heart to betray me and skip a beat.
His gaze wasn't blank.
It was filled with something sharp—anger? Disgust?
I froze. But he quickly turned his head away like I was nothing more than air.
Seconds later, he moved his hand slightly, signaling to the side.
Jieun, who had been standing quietly by his desk like a shadow, stepped into his office with a smile and closed the door behind her.
I blinked.
Right. That's the woman he's supposed to marry.
