Just Twilight-Chapter 67

"I only meant to see you for a little while. I have a meeting in the morning."

"You barely even slept."

"Is that why you called? Because you’re worried about me?"

The thought of him driving back after only a few hours made her heart stir in a way that was almost irritating. She pursed her lips.

"I called because I missed you. So what?"

Silence stretched between them. Feeling a little embarrassed, Junyoung quickly sat up.

"Wait, no. Don’t do the math. Don’t turn the car around. I’m not actually telling you to come back. I have to get ready and head out too."

"I think I could spare about ten minutes—"

"I can’t! Just drive safely. I’m hanging up now."

She spat out her words in a rush and quickly ended the call. Her heart was pounding for no reason. A laugh bubbled out of her as she buried her face into the blanket.

You’re crazy, Kwon Beomjin. And you’re crazy too, Yoon Junyoung!

"Aaaah! AAAAAH!"

She flailed under the covers, screaming into them—only to freeze when a loud knock sounded at the door.

"Ma’am? Is everything alright?"

A massive shadow loomed behind the door—Samdu. Junyoung hurriedly smoothed down her tangled hair.

"A-Ah, no! Nothing’s wrong. I’ll be out soon!"

Clearing her throat, she awkwardly got out of bed, glancing at her phone.

More than anything, she wanted to finish all her work quickly and be with Kwon Beomjin. She wanted to spend an entire day hugging him, kissing him as much as she pleased.

Clenching her fist with renewed determination, she swung the door open.

Today, she was going to get everything done as fast as possible.

***

Beomjin quietly set down his teacup. The gallery office, bathed in sunlight, was unnaturally cold from the excessive air conditioning. Dressed impeccably in a suit, he leaned back against his chair with a composed ease.

"And?"

Mihyang, her sleekly tied-up hair leaving no room for imperfection, curled her red lips into a smile. There wasn’t a single speck on her pristine white two-piece suit.

"I had no idea there was such a connection. To think she was my son’s classmate. I’ve visited that school before—perhaps we even crossed paths."

"Doubtful. We never even spoke properly."

"And yet, you’re acquainted with our Yoon Junyoung as well?"

"That’s—"

At Mihyang’s suggestive remark, Beomjin merely stared at her with an unreadable expression.

"Do you think this will have any effect on Hankyung affairs?"

His voice was even, almost flat, yet there was something distinctly pressing about it, as if telling her not to waste time with pointless concerns. Mihyang smiled with her eyes as she replied.

"I’m bringing it up hoping it won’t."

"It wouldn’t have been an issue if you hadn’t brought it up at all."

Beomjin lowered his posture slightly and lifted his teacup once more. Even as he moved, his gaze remained locked onto Mihyang.

"Fifty percent of the work is complete. What about the shareholders' meeting?"

"It’s scheduled for the Friday after next."

"I’ll have everything wrapped up by then."

It was always better to keep conversations short and to the point. As Beomjin rose to his feet, Mihyang instinctively followed suit. He was already making his way to the door when he suddenly turned back.

"The person you placed on Yoon Junyoung—remove them after the shareholders' meeting. It’s a nuisance."

Mihyang’s eyes widened slightly at the unexpected demand. Beomjin’s tone was dry as he continued.

"If you have time for that, you’d be better off keeping an eye on President Hong Inseop. Just because Na Seungwoon secures a board position doesn’t mean everything is settled."

For a brief moment, Mihyang was unable to mask her surprise. Her lips parted, but then she exhaled with a quiet scoff. Folding her arms, she tilted her head slightly, amusement playing at her expression.

"You must be quite close to Junyoung."

"You just need to stay out of it."

Beomjin’s gaze sharpened with irritation.

"I’ll be the one to cut ties with Na Seungwoon."

It was as if he had seen straight through her intentions. Mihyang’s lips twitched slightly.

Before she could respond, the door suddenly burst open.

"Team Leader, you can’t just barge in—"

The flustered secretary, having followed him in, shot Mihyang an uneasy glance. Seungwoon, however, didn’t even acknowledge her presence.

"Leave. We have important business to discuss."

The atmosphere in the office turned glacial.

The secretary hesitated, shifting from foot to foot, but at Mihyang’s subtle nod, she quickly bowed and shut the door behind her.

Beomjin cast a sidelong glance at Mihyang.

"I’ll be going then."

"You’re not even going to say hello, Beomjin? That’s cold."

Seungwoon, dressed in an ivory-colored blazer, loosened his buttons as he sank into a chair.

"Sit down. You’re involved in this anyway, so it won’t hurt for you to hear it."

His smile was light, almost casual, but Beomjin’s gaze flicked back to Mihyang. She was visibly unsettled, forcing a strained smile.

"Seungwoon, like I told you before, Director Kwon is just a buyer looking at paintings—"

"I’ve already scheduled the date with Sera. Turns out, she doesn’t care for unnecessary formalities. The article will be published next week in Myeongin Daily’s economic section as the first exclusive."