Chapter 14
The reason he had rented out the entire coffee shop in the hotel lobby today was because he and Im Araang were planning to continue their conversation while revealing extremely private and embarrassing matters about themselves.
No matter how incapable a person was of knowing how to lose money, thanks to the supernatural ability I had gained, called a premonition, things were different if that person became involved in a scandal.
Some scandals could cause a stock price to plummet in an instant, make them lose investment opportunities, and destroy their rate of return until it hit rock bottom, ultimately signaling the end of .
Even if collapsed, I wasnât the one who would starve.
Dong-in had absolutely no trouble living without . That was because even before becoming an adult, he had already accumulated enough wealth through gifts, inheritances, and so on that even if he lived his entire life as a carefree man, he would die without spending even one-hundredth of his fortune.
But he could not ignore his responsibility toward the countless people who made their living directly or indirectly through .
Above all, his pride would never allow it.
In that sense, it seemed he had underestimated Im Araang far too much.
It was Dong-inâs habit to carefully analyze and examine even the smallest details when determining whether something had investment value.
But when he actually sat down in the hotel coffee shop, he realized that CCTV cameras were stationed everywhere.
To overlook something so obvious⊠I was careless.
He had intended to tell her to stay as far away as possible, but he also realized that there would certainly be ears listening.
So he had immediately reserved a suite.
As for whether he was capable or incapable, that had only been an excuse to lure his prospective fiancée somewhere without prying eyes. He had never intended to lead things to this point.
Meanwhile, his prospective fiancĂ©eâs soft lips gently touched his.
As if that werenât enough, she even bit him, and another wave of disgust rose within him.
What the hell is this woman doing?!
Dong-in shook his head irritably.
Then his prospective fiancĂ©eâs lips, without permission, moved sensually along the back of his neck.
Damn it!
âYouâreâŠâ
He tried to say a few emotional words and push her away.
I donât hit women. But youâre not a woman to me!
He was just about to shove her away and swing his hand whenâ
#5.
His breath caught in his throat.
Huh?
Then, for a brief moment, he was bewildered.
Th-This?
In the meantime, his prospective fiancĂ©eâs lips moved along the line of his neck and reached his jaw.
Because of that, he could no longer think properly.
W-What was that I just saw?
The moment the prospective fiancĂ©eâor rather, the woman he had believed to be herâsuddenly attacked his neck, Dong-in felt a thrill.
This must be why they say humans are fickle.
Only ten seconds earlier, Dong-in had clearly felt nothing but disgust toward her.
But the moment he saw that, his feelings changed in an instant, as easily as turning over his palm.
He even felt his mind become numb along with his rough breathing, as if he were about to explode.
So itâs you, Song Ji-i.
The moment he confirmed it, everything suddenly became distant.
Yes. It was you.
The moment he personally confirmed it with his own two eyes, Dong-inâs invisible but carefully built impregnable fortress collapsed in an instant.
Had he ever fallen even once before because of a womanâs passionate kiss?
Of course not.
Dong-in was by no means inexperienced. Naturally, he wasnât made of stone either.
His lifestyle had been respectable, but Dong-in had been involved with quite a few women over the years.
The reason none of those relationships had lasted long was because he had spent that time wandering from place to place.
Above all, his own safety had remained uncertain because of the threats he had received, to the point that he could not trust anyone.
Naturally, Dong-in had not trusted Im Araang, who had replaced Im Sang-ah and become his prospective fiancée.
After his parents died young, he had been betrayed by the nanny he had trusted and depended on like a parent. After that, he had realized long ago that there was no one in this world he could truly trust.
Spend his entire life with someone he couldnât trust?
And on top of that, someone who was promiscuous?
The answer was obvious.
Although they had not yet formally held their engagement ceremony, Dong-in had naturally intended to break off his engagement with Im Araang.
The gynecological health certificate was merely a secondary device.
A dead-looking face without a trace of color despite being covered with heavy makeup, shadows beneath her eyes, and judging by his premonition, a 99.99999 percent chance that the woman was suffering from all kinds of illnesses.
Today, Dong-in had intended to humiliate his prospective fiancée somehow and make Im Araang give up on her own.
Even so, if his prospective fiancĂ©e continued clinging to him like a leech, Dong-in had planned to borrow his grandfatherâs methods at that point.
But would he postpone the marriage?
No.
Rather, he planned to find a suitable marriage partner as quickly as possible, get married, and have children.
It was his grandfatherâs wish, as he still had not escaped the old-fashioned idea of continuing the family line because of his advanced age.
Dong-in thought fulfilling that wish was the last act of filial devotion he could offer his grandfather.
In that sense, marriage was a duty Dong-in absolutely had to fulfill at least once in his entire life.
Living with those values, before his prospective fiancée was replaced, he had never even considered marrying anyone other than Im Sang-ah.
Naturally, no woman had been able to break through his impregnable fortress at first contact.
But Song Ji-i was different.
First of all, he couldnât muster any strength and felt completely powerless.
The moment he saw the very same star that had illuminated his path for so long in the eyes of the woman he had believed was his prospective fiancée, all the barriers Dong-in had built over the years became useless.
Above all, this woman was unbelievably skilled even at kissing.
Dong-in had a premonition that from now on, he would become completely captivated by this woman, body and soul.
And his premonitions were always accurate.
At some point, the hand that had been gripping his suit lapel brushed over the back of his neck before moving around behind him.
When Ji-iâs soft fingertips touched his bare skin, a thrilling shiver ran through him.
An erotic sensation he had never experienced with any other woman spread from Ji-iâs fingertips throughout his body.
It was a moment when he was trembling uncontrollably from an intense desire that he could neither suppress nor resist.
Eventually, Dong-inâs neck became wrapped in her slender arm.
At the same time, without either of them knowing who moved first, their lips met again with fierce intensity.
Sheâs good. Far too good.
As Dong-in helplessly collapsed before Ji-i like an inexperienced man, trembling all over, he had no choice but to helplessly accept her approaching lips.
No. This isnât right. I canât fall apart like this.
One part of his consciousness clearly resisted.
But another part made it impossible for Dong-in to let her go.
Instead, while wrapping his arms around her slender waist and holding her tightly, Dong-in slid one hand down and tightened his grip.
