Twenty Eight

When Mi Rae returned home, a rare grin lit up his face. His wife, Jun Hee, was taken aback, having not seen him smile like this in a long time. After greeting him, she took the bag from his hand while he removed his shoes. She hesitated, debating whether to ask if something had happened, but ultimately chose to remain silent. Instead, she went to their room and switched the light on before Mi Rae headed in.

"Did…something happened?" she finally asked, helping Mi Rae to take off his coat.

"Where is Ma Ri?" He inquired before answering her question.

"She's inside her room. She didn't step outside, just as you ordered." She clarified, assuming he wanted to check whether she had obeyed him.

"Great!" He sat on the bed, pulled off his socks, and flashed a satisfied smile at his wife.

"Um?" Jun Hee raised an eyebrow. Though his smile made him look more handsome, she was more curious than flustered. Suddenly he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down, making her sit beside him.