Min-jung cast an unhappy glance at her handsome husband.
"Min-ah, I can feel your eyes boring into my back," Cho Beom-woo said, swiveling his chair around to face her with a small, knowing smile.
Min-jung clicked her tongue and looked away.
Beom-woo stood up and crossed the room, settling beside her and wrapping her in a gentle embrace. She exhaled slowly, trying to ease the tight knot of restlessness sitting in her chest.
"You can't expect me to relax when you're this close to going after him," she murmured, her voice tinged with frustration. "The things I've heard… they don't sit right with me. Beom-ah, maybe you should take a step back. Just for now. He's gotten too strong. He has people everywhere."
Beom-woo let out a long sigh and nodded thoughtfully.