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The room went dead silent. The revelation hit like a thunderclap, and Iseul could practically feel the shockwave ripple through the air. Gasps filled the space, and all eyes turned to her, some in disbelief, others in outright shock.

Sunghoon took a slow step forward, his presence suddenly overwhelming in the small meeting room. His voice was calm but carried an undeniable edge of vulnerability. "We had a perfect marriage," he said, his eyes never leaving Iseul's. "But it ended because I'm an idiot. Yes, I am to be blamed for everything." He paused, the weight of his words hanging between them, then added, his tone softer but still firm, "Iseul, can you forgive me?"

"Iseul!"

The sudden call of her name snapped her out of her daydream.

"Iseul!" Sana's voice was sharp, a little impatient, and it pulled her back into the present. Iseul blinked, her eyes wide, and quickly flashed an apologetic smile toward her boss.

Sunghoon entered the meeting room, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. He greeted everyone with his usual polite demeanor, but there was something different in the air—something unsettling.

His gaze lingered on Iseul for far too long, a subtle but unmistakable intensity in his eyes. It wasn't just a casual glance; it was a look filled with something darker, something that hinted at a plan, a quiet revenge brewing just beneath the surface.

The room fell silent as he continued, "Before we start the meeting..."

Iseul's heart skipped a beat. She felt a chill rush over her as her eyes instinctively met his, and her stomach twisted in anticipation.

But then he spoke, and it wasn't at all what she expected.

"The coffee shop next to our company is good, right?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, as if nothing was amiss. Sunghoon, however, kept his eyes on Iseul, his demeanor shifting ever so slightly. His voice broke through the room's quiet murmur.

"You go get us coffee," he said, the words casual but carrying an undeniable weight.

Iseul froze for a moment, her finger instinctively pointing to herself in disbelief. "Me?" she asked, the confusion clear in her voice.

Sunghoon, with a sharp edge to his tone, answered, "Who else then?" His words were dismissive, like he didn't even expect her to question him.

The room fell into a brief, uncomfortable silence, and Iseul had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. Her thoughts were racing, but she quickly masked her irritation with a practiced smile. She could feel the eyes of the room on her as she stood up, her movements measured.

"Alright," she said sweetly, as if the request didn't bother her at all. "Coffee for everyone."

She grabbed a pad and pen, silently taking down everyone's orders, making sure to write them all down with perfect precision. Inside, though, she was seething.

Sunghoon's tone, his insistence on making her do this—he was playing some kind of game, and she knew it. But she wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of seeing her lose control.

With a forced calm, she nodded at the last order and turned on her heel. "I'll be back shortly," she said, her voice laced with the slightest bite of sweetness, masking the storm inside.

Iseul walked back into the meeting room, the scent of fresh coffee filling the air. She was quick, efficient—less than twenty minutes had passed since she'd been sent on the errand. She set the trays down with precision, distributing the drinks with a practiced hand.

"Here's your mocha," she said smoothly, placing the cup in front of one of the team members.

"Your latte," she continued, offering the next person their drink with the same poised, unbothered expression.

As she made her way around the table, she handed out each order with flawless attention to detail. Not a single drink was wrong.

"And," Iseul added, as if it were an afterthought, "I also got cookies. And, of course, gluten-free ones for those who need them."

Sana, who had been eyeing the cookies since Iseul's return, immediately grabbed one and took a bite, her smile widening as she chewed. "Good job," she said between mouthfuls, her voice full of appreciation.

Iseul sat back down as Sunghoon gulped his coffee, his gaze fixed ahead but his lips twitching with something like dissatisfaction. He placed the cup down slowly, eyes narrowing slightly.

"The only problem is, it has cooled down," he said, his tone almost casual, but there was an underlying edge to it that only Iseul could catch. The blonde from her team quickly chimed in with a haughty grin.

"Mine too, Mr. Park."

Iseul's smile tightened, the sarcasm in her voice dripping as she responded, "Well, if you want, I can bring coffee again.

Sunghoon didn't flinch. He simply took another sip, clearly savoring the taste, his eyes finally shifting toward Iseul.

He put the cup down with exaggerated care, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Get me another one. And everyone else, too."

The request was blatant, his words cutting through the room with an air of superiority. Iseul's eyes flashed for a moment, but she kept her expression collected.

"Right away, Mr. Sunghoon, sir," she said, her voice sweet yet laced with sarcasm.

Turning sharply on her heel, Iseul walked out of the room with a confidence that bordered on defiance.

As she made her way to the coffee shop once again, a small smile played at the corners of her lips. Sunghoon had no idea who he was dealing with.

Iseul walked back into the meeting room, her hair a bit more disheveled than before, but she held her head high, a slight edge to her posture as she made her way to Sunghoon.

The back-and-forth banter between them had become an ongoing game, and she wasn't backing down this time.

With a swift motion, she set his coffee down in front of him, the steam rising in thick curls from the cup. She locked eyes with him, the challenge in her gaze unmistakable.

"Here's your order, Mr. Sunghoon, sir," she said, her voice dripping with honeyed sarcasm.

Sunghoon reached for the cup, his eyes still on her, ready to take a sip. But the moment the hot liquid touched his tongue, he grimaced, quickly pulling the cup away with a slight wince.

The heat had caught him off guard, the scorching temperature sending a sharp pain through his mouth.

Iseul couldn't help the small, victorious smile that tugged at the corner of her lips. She tilted her head slightly, watching him with a calm expression.

"I take it that's the right temperature?" she asked, her tone playful but sharp, like a cat toying with its prey.

Sunghoon's eyes narrowed at her, a flicker of irritation sparking behind his calm façade.

Iseul sat down heavily, still catching her breath from the coffee run, when Sunghoon's voice cut through the tension, his words surprisingly calm.

"What do you think of that, Miss Iseul?"

She blinked, momentarily lost, not sure what he was referring to. "Of what?" she asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"The subject of murder films," he said, his voice casual but with a hint of mischief behind it.

Iseul's confusion deepened. She glanced around the room for some sort of guidance, but when her eyes landed on Sungchan, he only returned her gaze with the same puzzled expression.

"Mm... gore, killer bad... We're talking about movies again, right?" she asked, clearly trying to catch up, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

The room seemed to hold its breath for a moment before, almost as if on cue, everyone began stifling their laughter.

Two girls sitting nearby mumbled to each other, their voices low but just loud enough for the others to catch. "This is what happens when you hire people from eBay."

The words stung, but before Iseul could react, Sungchan, sitting beside her, shot them a sharp look. His tone was firm as he spoke up in her defense.

"Actually, she's right. Adding those movies to the app would ruin our reputation."

His words hung in the air, and the two girls immediately fell silent, their faces flushing with embarrassment. Iseul turned to Sungchan, grateful for his support, and gave him a quiet, thankful smile.

Rena's words hung in the air, final and cutting. "Then the project is canceled."

The room emptied quickly, everyone gathering their things, the quiet murmur of departure filling the space. Iseul stood up, ready to leave, when she suddenly felt a hand on her waist. Sunghoon.

"Iseul..." he said, his voice low, his gaze unwavering. He handed her a piece of paper.

She furrowed her brow, confused, and took the paper from him. As her eyes scanned the numbers scrawled across the page, her confusion only deepened.

Iseul stared at Sunghoon, her grip tightening on the paper as she processed his words.

"Take my clothes from dry cleaning," he said, his tone indifferent, almost as if he were giving a simple instruction.

She blinked in disbelief, then shot him a look, not bothering to hide her annoyance. "So that's what I'm gonna do?"

"You wanted to work, here's your job." His words were final, almost mocking.

Iseul stood frozen for a moment, trying to decide whether to snap back or just walk away. But the thought of letting him think he'd won made her grit her teeth. With one last glance at him, she turned and walked off, every step fueled by the desire to prove she wasn't his errand girl.

With his dry-cleaned clothes slung over her shoulder, Iseul made her way to the elevator, only to find it out of service. She rolled her eyes in pure frustration. "Of course," she muttered under her breath.

Resigned, she began the trek up twenty flights of stairs, her heels clicking sharply against the steps. By the time she reached his apartment door, she was out of breath and muttering curses she wouldn't dare say out loud.

She huffed, adjusted her disheveled hair, and finally pushed the door open, her heels sinking into the carpeted floor as she stepped inside.

Her heels clicked against the floor as she started to turn to leave, but then she paused, a mischievous grin creeping onto her face.

"Last time I came here, I didn't have the time to check," she murmured to herself, looking around his apartment with a playful glint in her eyes. "This should be fine, hehe."

Iseul scanned the apartment, her eyes flicking from corner to corner. As she stepped into the living room, she muttered under her breath, "No trace of woman. Good." She wasn't sure what she expected, but she was pleased to see everything in its place.

Her gaze shifted to the shelves, landing on his glasses. A small, amused smile tugged at her lips. He always left them lying around. Typical. But it was when her eyes wandered higher that her breath hitched.

There, sitting innocently on the shelf, was the snow globe. It was the one she had given him during their first anniversary, and the fact that he still kept it made her chest tighten.

Unable to resist, she reached for it, a smile pulling at her lips as she held it in her hands. The soft glow of the memories she had attached to it warmed her. It felt like a small piece of their past, a fragment of something that had once meant everything.

But as she hugged the snow globe close, she heard the sound of the door unlocking. Panic surged through her, and she quickly spun around, shoving the globe behind her back just as Sunghoon entered the room.His eyes met hers, blank and unreadable, though there was a subtle shift in his gaze. Iseul's heart skipped, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of embarrassment.

Sunghoon's eyes narrowed as he stepped into the room, immediately locking onto Iseul's figure. His gaze flicked to her hands, now suspiciously hidden behind her back.

"Did you steal something?"

Iseul flinched slightly, trying to subtly shift her stance as she held the snow globe behind her back, her heartbeat quickening. "No, nothing at all," she said, her voice a touch too light, betraying the unease she felt.

Sunghoon stepped closer, his eyes still trained on her hands. He reached out, his fingers brushing hers with deliberate slowness, his movements like he was toying with her. "Let me see it," he said, his tone now more commanding.

Iseul pulled back instinctively, but Sunghoon, ever the determined one, didn't let her retreat. His hand snaked around her, his grip firm on her wrist as he gently tugged at her arm, forcing her to reveal what she had been hiding.

When the snow globe finally came into view, his eyes widened for a split second, a flicker of disbelief crossing his face. He didn't say anything at first. He just stared at it, the tiny figure inside the globe now mocking him with its frozen scene. His hand clenched into a fist, and the air between them suddenly grew colder.

Iseul's heart skipped a beat as she saw the shift in his expression. The playful smirk faded from his lips, replaced with something darker. Anger, or maybe resentment, radiated off him as he glared at the snow globe in her hands, his jaw tightening.

"What the hell are you doing with this?" Sunghoon finally snapped, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

"You still kept it." Her voice was quieter now, softer, the words almost escaping her before she could stop them.

Sunghoon's lips parted, a breath catching in his throat before he replied, his voice tight but controlled. "When I moved in, I didn't arrange my stuff. The maids did it." He didn't meet her eyes, his focus drifting to the floor as if avoiding the deeper implication of what he was saying.

A flicker of something, a rush of memories maybe, passed between them. A promise, one that had once felt like an eternity ago.

"You kept your promise, though," Iseul said, the words slipping out before she could control them.

Sunghoon's jaw clenched, and he pushed his palm to his forehead in exasperation, his gaze darkening. "Look, you can't walk into my house without permission," he muttered, the sharp edge of his voice now matching the stiffness of his posture. "You can't just touch my things like that."

Her eyes rolled effortlessly, the irritation now bubbling up in her chest. With a deep breath, she stepped forward and placed the snow globe back onto the shelf with a soft thud, her movements deliberate and casual, as if to defuse the tension he was throwing her way.

"Good," he said. "Now leave."

She turned on her heel, heading for the door, fully aware of the tightness in his eyes.

Iseul's hand shot up, giving Sunghoon the middle finger as he turned his back. Just as she started to leave, she heard him turn around. Panicking, she bolted for the door, her heels clicking against the floor.

Iseul was about to leave the company when she realized her pass was missing. She frantically searched her bag, but couldn't find it. Then, a familiar beep echoed, and she turned around to see Sungchan holding her pass with a smirk.

"You're always saving me," she said, relieved. "I owe you so many favors."

"Maybe you can repay me with dinner?" he teased.

She laughed, shaking her head. "You're just my friend, Sungchan," she replied playfully, shooing him away as she stepped into her taxi.

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YALL THOGUHT HE WAS GONNA REVEAL THEIR MARRIAGE JUST LIKE THAT??