A Madman in Love-Chapter 65

"I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, Chairwoman…"

Woo Ilhwa immediately caught the intention behind the trailing words.

Kim Seoncheol, the Vice Chairman, was playing his usual tricks.

He was using his wife to expose Jaehee’s weaknesses, likely in an attempt to rope Ilhwa into his scheme.

And Jaehee had handed him the perfect excuse—a woman.

"I didn’t know," Ilhwa said evenly, lifting her coffee cup without a flicker of surprise.

She spoke calmly.

"And how did you find out, Director Choi?"

"I happened to see him while leaving a hotel late at night after a meeting. W Hotel."

"Ah…"

That confirmed it.

Jaehee had been staying at W Hotel until recently.

Choi Gwangseon wasn’t the type to make baseless claims.

‘That brat… did he bring a woman to the hotel?’

For all her skepticism, Jaehee had not been negligent in his duties as an executive director, not once in the past three months.

Lately, he had even taken the initiative to organize a team for a project he had proposed in New York, showing remarkable drive and earning more praise than expected.

And there hadn’t been a single rumor about women.

‘Surely, it’s not a one-night stand.’

A sudden concern flared.

‘No… he’s too meticulous for that.’

Despite his occasional bratty, delinquent-like attitude, he was never reckless. The thought was enough to quell her doubts.

"She had short hair… About your height, Chairwoman. Her attire and posture were quite refined, nothing like a party girl. Unfortunately, I didn’t get a good look at her face."

"……."

"It’s natural for young people to date, but frequenting a hotel with a woman is something he should be careful about. If scandalous rumors start to spread…"

"I understand."

Ilhwa laughed quietly at Choi Gwangseon’s thinly veiled implication.

He was trying to suggest that Jaehee—who had been a troublemaker in his youth—must have indulged in a promiscuous lifestyle while living in the U.S., where social norms were more liberal.

But Jaehee had never been involved in any issues with women, even in New York.

Even as a teenager, he had only ever fixated on Lee Suin. He never looked at anyone else.

"Jaehee stayed at W Hotel for a while after his injury. My mother was overly worried about him."

"I see. I suppose I was meddling unnecessarily. I’ve known Jaehee since he was a child, so I can’t help but see him like a son. Please don’t take it the wrong way."

"Of course."

"In fact, our Vice Chairman has been considering setting up a marriage meeting for Jaehee. We were just worried he might get involved in something unpleasant before we even made the introduction."

"A marriage meeting? I wasn’t aware of that."

"He mentioned it to Jaehee. It’s with Minister Kim Jeongcheol’s eldest daughter."

"I see."

Ilhwa recalled the recent contact from Minister Kim Jeongcheol.

He had personally invited her to dinner, and she had tentatively scheduled it for Wednesday.

‘So that’s what this was about. They’ve been scheming behind my back.’

Woo Ilhwa had always rejected arranged marriages.

She, too, had defied expectations and married Seo Seongyeok on her own terms.

"I appreciate your concern," Ilhwa said smoothly, shifting into defense mode.

"However, I do not interfere in Jaehee’s relationships or marriage. I respect his choices."

A clear warning.

‘Don’t interfere either.’

"I appreciate the effort, but if you’re pushing for a marriage between Jaehee and Minister Kim’s daughter, I must decline."

"But as the successor of Hyesung Group, his spouse should be properly vetted. What if he brings home an unsuitable woman—"

"Jaehee will take responsibility for his own future."

The response was so sharp that it left no room for rebuttal.

Choi Gwangseon, realizing he had hit a wall, finally shut his mouth.

Ilhwa rose from her seat, her demeanor icy.

"I’ll take my leave."

She walked out without another word.

***

While Woo Ilhwa’s world was shrouded in ice, another world was burning.

"If you were going to do this anyway, why did we even stop by the flower field?"

"The flower field was just the appetizer."

Jackets slipped from their shoulders, landing in heaps at their feet, trampled and forgotten. There was no time to pick them up—their lips were prisoners.

Suin and Jaehee moved step by step through the living room, lips clinging to each other, breath mingling in feverish hunger.

They didn’t even make it to the bedroom.

The sofa became their battlefield, and they were both ready for war.

His lips, sticky and sweet, trailed down to her collarbone, leaving damp heat in their wake.

"You," he murmured against her skin, "are the main course, Lee Suin."

"Shameless."

Suin grumbled without meaning it. She relished the subtle thrill coursing through her.

The tongue that had been tracing her collarbone dipped lower, disappearing beneath the fabric of her blouse.

"Ah…"

There was no room for complaints.

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His mouth latched onto her skin so suddenly that she gasped, ribs heaving with the sharp intake of breath.

Soft, pliant flesh was quickly claimed by his lips and tongue.

She had already been wound tight, anticipation building from the moment their kiss had deepened. The peaks of her body were painfully sensitive, standing taut against the fabric of her bra.

Even the faintest graze sent tremors down to the heat pooling deep inside her.

Sluuurp. Sluuurp.

Jaehee was devouring her.

He was sucking at her so greedily, so hungrily, that she thought he might wear down her delicate skin entirely.

But even in this desperate state, Suin didn’t push him away.

She let herself enjoy the sinful pleasure of it.

"Mmnh…"

Her legs, which had been loosely draped over the sofa, parted instinctively.

His weight, which had been hovering over her, settled more firmly against her, and the heat of his mouth grew more fervent.

"Hnn."

Something hard and thick pressed insistently against her thigh.

Realizing just how much he had swelled, excitement surged through her.

I want to touch him.

Driven by need, Suin reached out, grabbing at his shirt.

Jaehee didn’t release the flesh he was devouring.

Still insatiable, he sucked at her while simultaneously yanking her blouse off, his urgency matching hers.

Caught up in the moment, Suin fumbled to free her arms from her sleeves.

But—

The fabric snagged.

At the same time, Jaehee twitched, ears flicking as he finally pulled his mouth away.

"Ow—my ear."

The stitching of her blouse had caught on his earring.

Jaehee tilted his head, struggling to free himself without moving too much.

Once his earring was untangled, he straightened, frowning slightly.

But the way he stared at the piece of jewelry dangling between his fingers was surprisingly tender.

"This is ruining the mood."

"You should’ve taken it off earlier."

"I’ve never taken it off. Not once."

Suin snorted, amused by the ridiculousness of the situation. She held out her palm.

"Give it to me."

Jaehee obediently handed it over.

She stretched her arm, setting the earring down on the living room table.

That wasn’t important right now.

What was important was Seo Jaehee.

She spread her arms wide.

"Come here."

Jaehee’s eyes narrowed slightly—then he dove straight into her embrace.

***

Her mind was completely blank.

Still clinging to Jaehee’s body, the body that had pulled her into ecstasy, Suin finally let out a real breath.

It was a wonder she hadn’t lost consciousness.

"It’s too cramped…"

Of course, she hadn’t realized it at the peak of pleasure.

But now? Every inch of her body ached.

Why hadn’t they gone to the bed?

This man alone took up half the sofa with just his shoulders.

"Move."

She tried to push him off.

Jaehee, still deeply entwined with her, didn’t budge.

Peck.

Peck.

Even after all that, he wasn’t satisfied.

Instead of pulling away, he pressed soft kisses against her bare skin, lips trailing lazily over every inch of exposed flesh.

"Go shower first…"

"Let’s shower together."

"I can’t even lift a finger."

"I’ll wash you."

Jaehee had no intention of leaving her alone.

His lips ghosted over her sweat-dampened skin, his hands kneading at her still-sensitive body. His fingers even flicked over her peak, teasing it once more.

Shivers.

"You call that washing?! Just let me rest!"

Shaking like a fried chicken under an electric shock, Suin smacked his shoulder with all her might.

Slap!

Only then did Jaehee finally lift himself up.

She kicked him, too.

"Shower!"

Faced with her strict command, Jaehee reluctantly headed toward the bathroom.

Even as he opened the door, he lingered, smirking.

Annoyed, Suin threw a cushion at him.

Thud.

She had no strength left in her arms, so the cushion didn’t go far.

The bathroom door, however, shut quickly.

Drowsiness crept in.

The remnants of their heated encounter were scattered across the floor, but she didn’t want to move.

‘I should pick them up before they get even more wrinkled…’

Her hazy gaze landed on the living room table.

The earring.

Without thinking, she picked it up.

It was a simple design, unadorned, without any embellishments.

But—

The inside caught her eye.

A name, engraved in sharp clarity.

LEESUIN