CH 79

However, unlike Mr. Cha, Madam Kang had immediately called Muyeol, sounding disappointed with him. “How could you get married without telling me? I raised you! Don’t you remember? How could you not respect—”

She had been the same as ever, yet Muyeol was left appalled by her shamelessness. Only when she was disappointed or disagreed with him did she remember that she was Muyeol’s mother.

“My marriage has nothing to do with you,” Muyeol had cut her off.

“You’re so cold, just like your father. But I knew it. This incident is you being punished for making my life miserable.”

Her words had charged Muyeol with murderous intent. Even if she was right, Muyeol did not want to agree with the fact that Yiyoung might have been punished for his actions.

“Muyeol, it’s not too late to be generous to others. You’re going to have children of your own one day. Don’t regret it then,” Madam Kang had sighed, “Should I visit her? I hate having a doctor as my daughter-in-law, but I’m still her mother-in-law. What else could I do?”

“Don’t interfere with our lives.”

“What?”

“Don’t ever show up in front of us. I’ll kill your son if you. Don’t think I’m only trying to scare you off, I really will do it.”

“Muyeol—”

“Bye.”

After that day, Muyeol asked Sangsu to assign bodyguards to protect Yiyoung just in case.

They entered the elevator, and Muyeol leaned against the wall. He stared at the top of Yiyoung’s head, silently wondering why on earth he was there in the hospital instead of the office. Why was he protecting her so much?

He dragged a hand down his face. All of a sudden, he became emotionally overwhelmed. In an attempt to rein himself in, he reached out to fix the cardigan falling off of Yiyoung’s shoulder.

As he pulled it back up, his finger brushed against her skin; the contour of her shoulder tempted him, lighting the fire of desire within him.

Just what did Yiyoung mean to Cha Muyeol…

The elevator doors slid open as it reached the twelfth floor.

Yiyoung brightly exclaimed, “Chauffeur Cha, start driving!”

Muyeol laughed and wheeled her outside.

Surprisingly, there were quite a few patients in the garden. So Muyeol looked around for a quiet place, eventually stopping near a bench. The two settled down, listening to the sound of spring rain.

After a while, Yiyoung piped up, “It’s not bad.”

Muyeol reached out to pat her head. It had become a habit for him now.

Yiyoung glanced for a moment before turning away. Right now, she was just Yoon Yiyoung, not Dr. Yoon. The sound of the rain seemed different; it made her feel calm. For some reason, she also thought about having warm food, and then recalled the day they had spent together in the rain back in school.

Her mouth perked up into a smile as she lost herself in her thoughts. Muyeol, on the other hand, wasn’t interested in the rain at all. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Yiyoung.

Yiyoung held her arm out to feel the raindrops. “How about you? Do you like the rain?”

When she received no reply, Yiyoung turned toward Muyeol and repeated the question. “Do you like the…”

Suddenly faced with his intense gaze, Yiyoung forgot how to speak. He looked like he would devour her, just like back in junior high school,

Yiyoung quickly turned away from his gaze, choosing to stare straight into space as her heart beat uncontrollably fast.

Muyeol grabbed the wheelchair by the handle and turned it around, forcing her to face him. Yiyoung was hyper-aware of the way her heart was pounding. Muyeol… he suddenly looked so different to her.

Muyeol had always had good features, but the tiny scars on his face and neck now added a wild charm to his appearance. Yiyoung didn’t know how to deal with this sudden recognition of his manliness. The corners of his mouth lifted into a smile, and Yiyoung’s gaze fell to his lips. She was overcome with an urge to kiss him.

“It’s raining,” Yiyoung whispered, eyes still trained on his lips.

“Yeah.”

“Do you hear it?”

“Yes.”

“Once it stops raining, summer will be right around the corner.”

“Right.”

“I remember when we were in school and everyone went on that school field trip, it was raining just like this…”

“Yeah.”

“What were you thinking when staring at me that day?” Yiyoung asked out of curiosity.

“I was debating whether to ask you for a kiss in exchange for the wish you promised me,” Muyeol responded calmly, now glad that he hadn’t used up his wish then.

“How about now?”

“You tell me.”

Yiyoung swallowed. “I want to kiss you.”

Immediately, Muyeol leaned forward and kissed her lips, taking his time to part from her.