Possession: The Billionaire’s Obsession, My Impossible Choice

The woman who confidently entered the visitation room sat right next to Samuel and naturally linked arms with him.

"Oppa, who's this old lady?"

"What? O-old lady! You crazy bitch, how dare you speak so recklessly?"

"Hehe. You look even more like a witch when you're angry."

Melissa's eyes bulged in disbelief, but Samuel instead held the woman's pale hand tightly and began to reprimand Melissa.

"Now, now, Melissa. Is that any way to speak to my new person?"

"What did you say? New person...? Chairman! How could you do this to me?"

"Don't you remember what you once told me long ago? That falling in love isn't a crime."

"...You bastard."

A low curse finally escaped Melissa's lips.

Years ago, now barely remembered, Samuel, who kept coming to see her despite having a wife, was uncharacteristically tormented by guilt.

To ease Samuel's guilt, Melissa would whisper like a witch every time.

'Chairman. Falling in love isn't a crime. Who could possibly point fingers at us?'