"Sending Grace to Miss Kim was a good idea," Wooyoung remarked, settling in beside Y/N on the couch. "We really needed this time alone to talk about us."

Interlacing his fingers with hers, Y/N couldn't help but chuckle deeply. "Talking? How boring. I was hoping for something a bit more... romantic. Perhaps even a little passion," she teased.

"Oh, someone's feeling a bit frisky," Wooyoung teased back, a playful glint in his eyes.

"And why shouldn't I be? It's been five long years since we last saw each other," Y/N replied with a grin. Their banter was a familiar dance, a testament to the easy rapport they shared. "Unless, of course, you're suggesting you spent those years gallivanting about?" Y/N crossed her arms and pouted. “And here I thought you loved me.”

"Didn't you go on dates these past five years? Miss Kim told me about your little dates."

"Oh, did she not mention that those dates often ended abruptly? because I was preoccupied, drowning in my own tears over a certain someone," Y/N deadpanned.

"Ah, well I’m clean too. Because my time was consumed by reminiscing about a certain someone as well," Wooyoung retorted sharply.

"And yet here we are, engaging in mere conversation," Y/N remarked, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms. "Perhaps you don't want me anymore. Is that it? Now that I'm a mother, my body has changed, and maybe I don't measure up to your past ideals. Perhaps you no longer desire me," she continued, her tone laced with a hint of insecurity. "After all, I have these stretch marks now, and my thighs aren't as slender as they once were. Surely, that's a turn-off for you, Woo."

"Whoa, hold on there. Where is this coming from? I'm still very much attracted to you, more than you realize," Wooyoung replied, reaching out to take Y/N's hand, but she pulled away.

"You're just saying that," she countered, avoiding his gaze.

"Don't believe me?" Wooyoung's tone softened. "Well then, I'll just have to show you."

With determination, Wooyoung rose from his seat, exhaling deeply before gently scooping Y/N up into his arms, bridal style, eliciting a surprised squeak from her.

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with astonishment.

"Showing you how much I love you, and how little those superficial concerns matter to me," Wooyoung replied, his smirk reflecting a newfound confidence. "Those stretch marks? I don't even notice them. And as for your thighs..." He paused, his smirk widening. "Let's just say they're a welcomed bonus in my book."

"No, no, no, no," Y/N protested with a playful wiggle, attempting to fend off his advances, her tone carrying a mix of amusement and mock seriousness. "Last time you had this smirk, and you put a baby inside me."

She couldn't help but smile as she lightly slapped his shoulders, her affection for him evident even in the midst of their banter.

"Well then, let's give Grace a sibling," he countered, his words laced with a teasing tone that only added to the warmth between them.

Maybe what they truly craved was a moment just for themselves, a pause from the chaos of the world, a sanctuary where they could bask in each other's love and find solace in each other's embrace. That night seemed to stretch on endlessly, a canvas painted with affection and whispered endearments, reminiscent of the days when their bond was unmarred by strife.

Wrapped in each other's arms, they drifted into a serene slumber, cocooned in a bubble of warmth and security as if nothing else mattered beyond the contours of their entwined bodies. But the morning's intrusion was inevitable, heralded by the gentle kiss of sunlight filtering through the curtains.

"Wooyoung, coffee," Y/N's voice, though near, seemed to emanate from a distant place as she stood by the bedside. "Wooyoung, wake up," her words echoed faintly as if carried away by a breeze until Wooyoung was jolted back to reality, gasping for air in the midst of his office.

His colleague stood before him, concern etched on her face as she offered a cup of coffee. "Chief Wooyoung, are you okay?" she inquired, noting the beads of sweat on his brow.

Managing to compose himself, Wooyoung brushed off her worries with a feeble excuse. "Yeah, I'm fine, just feeling a bit warm," he muttered, attempting to shake off the remnants of his dream.

"Hot, at the end of October?" she countered, her skepticism evident. "Sir, your AC is set to the lowest temperature, and yet you're sweating. Maybe you should take a break, you don't look well."

Ignoring the advice, Wooyoung insisted on pressing forward with his duties, though his words carried a weight that belied his true state of mind. "No, it's fine. It's almost 1 PM; we need to visit Chairman Seo and his girlfriend," he declared, masking his inner turmoil behind a facade of determination.

With a nod, his colleague acquiesced and left the office, leaving Wooyoung to grapple with the lingering echoes of his dream, and the unsettling feeling that perhaps he was not as fine as he claimed to be.

Chairman Seo and Yun Hee were deeply in love. Their comfy home, tucked away in a peaceful Georgian Bungalow, showed just how much Yun Hee wanted a house like the ones in Hollywood movies. And Chairman Seo? Well, he was head over heels for her, always eager to make her happy.

Living away from the busy town, they found comfort in each other, excitedly looking forward to their upcoming wedding. Even though Yun Hee had physically healed from past injuries, the emotional scars still lingered, making her quiet and distant, which worried Chairman Seo a lot. He was scared she might shut down completely.

When Wooyoung and his coworker finally got to Chairman Seo's lovely bungalow after a thirty-minute drive, they were stunned by how much more beautiful it was in person than in the pictures. Inside, it felt like stepping onto a Hollywood movie set, with lots of doors and pretty curtains swaying gently in the breeze, adding to the house's charm.

As they were guided by a smartly dressed servant, Wooyoung's coworker couldn't help but admire how well the household staff worked together. Eventually, they reached the office where Chairman Seo was waiting, the excitement in the air almost tangible.

"Chairman Seo has been waiting for you," the servant said as he opened the door, inviting Wooyoung in, where an important meeting was about to begin.

Chairman Seo, a young tycoon whose wealth rivaled the gleam of Seoul's skyline, had built his empire from humble beginnings, fueled by his own sweat and the modest support of his parents. Despite not towering over his surroundings, his presence commanded attention, his sturdy frame a testament to his resilience and determination. As Wooyoung entered the expansive office, Chairman Seo gestured for him to take a seat with polite grace.

"Please, Wooyoung, make yourself comfortable," Chairman Seo said warmly, his voice carrying a subtle authority softened by genuine hospitality. Wooyoung returned the gesture with a smile, settling into the chair opposite Chairman Seo alongside his coworker.

"You specifically requested my presence for this matter, sir. Might I inquire as to the reason?" Wooyoung asked, his tone respectful yet curious, reflecting both his professionalism and his eagerness to understand the task at hand.

"Hey, just call me Changbin," Chairman Seo grinned warmly, leaning back in his chair. With a flick of his finger, he pressed the button on his desk, its distant chime signaling the arrival of a woman who had been escorting Wooyoung and his coworker.

"Julie, could you please bring us some refreshments? Thanks a bunch," he said, watching her nod before she slipped out of the room. Turning back to Wooyoung, he continued, his tone serious yet tinged with urgency.

"Wooyoung, you're already up to speed on the situation," he began, noting Wooyoung's nod of understanding. "Unlike other business bigwigs, I don't have connections in the police department. I only know one person, Yongbok. When I reached out to him for help, he pointed me in your direction, mentioning your handling of Mr. Lee's case. I've heard good things, so without hesitation, I asked for your assistance. Please, help me out here, Wooyoung. I need those scoundrels behind bars or... well, let's just say, I need justice served."

Changbin's words were laden with determination and a hint of vengeance as he spoke of the three foreigners who had wrecked Yun Hee's life, Changbin's fiancée. Wooyoung grasped the gravity of the situation.

"And right now, I'm putting my trust in you because Yongbok vouches for you," Changbin added, his gaze unwavering as he looked at Wooyoung. Wooyoung returned the gaze, nodding in assurance that he would handle the case with utmost care and dedication.

"I called you here for two important reasons," Changbin began, sounding both careful and concerned. "Yun Hee is now at a point where we can try to talk to her, but she really doesn't want to leave where she is. That's why I asked you to come."

Yun Hee had been getting treatment for a whole month to help her deal with the terrible things she went through. During this time, she kept to herself and didn't want to talk to anyone. It was hard to get her to open up, even though she might have information that could help us solve the case. Right now, all we have are the short video clips from the security cameras.

"And what's the second reason?" There was a tense feeling in the room as the question hung in the air.

Changbin took a moment, thinking about how to explain. He let out a breath and said, "We'll talk about that later. For now, let's focus on getting Yun Hee to talk."

With that, Changbin got up from his chair and walked to the door. It was the entrance to his office from his home. Crossing that threshold meant leaving personal matters behind and dealing with the serious job at hand. As he reached for the door handle, he felt the weight of responsibility pressing down on him, reminding him of the tough road ahead.

In a hushed tone, Wooyoung's coworker uttered, “Chairman is so different from what I had imagined him to be.” The words carried a hint of surprise and realization. “I thought he would be some intimidating businessman, old and gruff.”

Changbin, positioned near the door that linked his office to the rest of the workspace, overheard the conversation. “Yeah, I hear that a lot.” He gently maneuvered a wheelchair, with Yun Hee seated upon it, into the room. Her expression betrayed a mixture of fear and apprehension. After a month confined to her room, stepping out before someone who wasn't part of her immediate family was an unfamiliar and nerve-wracking experience for Yun Hee.

Wooyoung caught the frightened look in her eyes the moment he stepped into the room. Yun Hee, clutching Changbin's hand, seemed to be seeking reassurance in the grip of her friend. It was