EPISODE 2.7
I will probably never like Han Seo Ri, who triumphs over herself by saying that she caused the accident and that she did it with good intentions.
“Do you want to tell Mr. Park that it was my fault too?”
“No.”
Eun-woo opened the car door for me and casually placed his palm on top of my head, a natural gesture out of concern that I might bump my head.
After closing the passenger door, Park Eun-woo walked around the car and casually got into the driver’s seat.
I didn’t recognize Park Eun-woo’s expressionless face after seeing him for so long, so I spoke unnecessarily.
“It’s okay, to be honest with me, I’m toxic, I’m terrible.”
To be honest, Park Eun-woo, like Cha Yebin and Han Seo-ri, should have condemned and pointed fingers at my behavior, defining it as evil, and I secretly felt a little grateful that he didn’t.
Park Eun-woo stared at me for a moment, then slowly leaned towards me.
He was too close.
I swallowed hard as Park Eun-woo’s beautiful face came closer. Soft black hair, manly white and smooth skin, a sharp jawline,
and well-defined eyes.
When those eyes curve gently, there’s a very erotic smirk……. I pulled myself together. Now was not the time to admire his face.
The space between Park Eun-woo and me was very narrow. I could feel Park Eun-woo’s calm breathing. Is this the right time to close my eyes? Should I close my eyes? We’re fiancées, not a married partners.
I don’t know if it was embarrassment or something else, but my heart started beating irregularly. Park Eun-woo must have sensed my embarrassment because he smiled and reached over to fasten my seatbelt.
What were you thinking, Cha Ye-ryun?
I felt condescending to Park Eun-woo, who would only buckle my seat belt once a week and then get behind the wheel and start the car.
“I’ve never felt that Ms. Ye-ryun was terrible.”
“Why?”
I’ve been trying so hard to tackle Han Seo-ri’s life, and honestly, as long as I wasn’t putting a red line in her life, I was having fun while making fun of her.
“I wonder why I don’t feel like a bad person.”
I don’t know. I don’t know why Park Eun Woo, who should have been on Han Seo Ri’s side and hated Cha Yeryeon together, didn’t hate me as he did in the original.
“So you thought I love Han Seo Ri.”
“……Yes, you do, and you should.”
“That sounds very obligatory.”
“Did it sound that way?”
I glanced at his expression. I couldn’t find any emotion in his face as he stared straight ahead with a faint smile.
He looked as if he hadn’t even been hit by the huge bomb I had thrown at the restaurant earlier. He looked as if nothing happened.
In the original, Park Eun-woo, what did he do? When it was revealed that Han Seo-ri and Cha Ye-bin are brother and sister. How did Park Eun-woo feel when he frantically searched for Han Seo-ri, who had left for Busan in shock, and how did he obediently tell Cha Ye-bin the location?
Why did Park Eun Woo’s love in the original have to be so devoted?
I can’t help but care about his every word. I hope it doesn’t get in the way of the happy ending I’m hoping for, because the character of Park Eun-woo might have changed due to the variable of age.
“Why doesn’t Mr. Park try harder?”
“Try at what?”
“I mean, why aren’t you trying to have Han Seo-ri?”
“Mr. Seo-ri isn’t even something I want to have, so how can I have it?”
“Isn’t this the right time? My brother and Han Seo-ri are siblings, and you’re the only one left.”
Someone who could be Han Seo-ri’s man. This is a golden opportunity for Mr. Park. Why doesn’t he move?
His expression stiffened at my provocation. He turned his gaze from the road ahead and locked eyes with me, for a split second before he looked away and tried to focus on driving.
Somewhere in his wavering eyes, I felt like I could read his ‘searching’ gaze.
* * *
After he dropped me off in front of my house, I wandered around the neighborhood, seriously considering how to fix the accident I had caused or whether I should just leave.
It’s a long-standing habit of mine to wander around the house to clear my head and organize my thoughts.
As the chilly night air screamed at my tired body and my stiletto-heeled feet, I walked into the house, wanting nothing more than to collapse and sleep.
“Ye ryun, let me see you.”
But what was waiting for me inside the house was Cha Ye Bin, bloodshot-eyed and reeking of alcohol.
Did he just walk out of the restaurant and go straight home to drink?
“You’re crazy.”
My sympathy for him came from the depths of my heart. Not pity for Cha Yebin, who was struggling, but pity for her brother, whose only skill was drinking.
Even if it turns out they’re siblings. This is why you’re not popular, Cha Ye Bin, you pathetic human being.
“There’s nothing more to tell you. What are you doing looking at me?”
“Please say no. I’m begging you. Say no with your mouth!”
“What difference does it make if I say no with my mouth?”
I pulled the rest of the genetic test results out of my purse and
scattered them in front of Cha ye bin.
The white papers slipped out of the envelope and scattered in front of him.
“This one’s from Han Seo ri’s and our father’s toothbrushes, this one’s from their hair, and this one’s from their oral cells, and they all say that he is her father.”
“…….”
“Brother can run the tests again if you want.”
I could see the resignation in his gaze as he looked at the many test strips scattered at my feet.
