Illusion Blind Date - Chapter 41

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#41

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Patients began streaming into the Hospital.
Word of mouth spread, and soon hepatobiliary and pancreatic patients were lining up seeking Tae Moon.
His surgical schedule was so packed that there wasn’t a single free slot to be found.
Because Cha Tae Moon didn’t hesitate to perform night surgeries for ailing patients, the Medical Department had grown equally hectic.
His senior colleagues scrambled for every opportunity to observe him perform the Whipple Surgery, and Bom was no exception.
Not knowing when her chance would come, she studied surgical videos in her spare moments.
A week slipped away without her noticing, and Bom left work late that night.
She had entered the Operating Room for an Elective Surgery scheduled at seven in the evening, but didn’t leave the Hospital until after ten.
Tap-tap-tap.
Only Bom’s footsteps echoed through the empty alley as she made her way home late at night.
It was habit—checking whether any lights were on in the house when she left work.
The Residence glowed softly with its minimal lighting, displaying its beauty with quiet elegance.
By now, Tae Moon would be in the middle of surgery. Chief Jae Hong had said it would be difficult to finish before midnight, which meant she’d have the Residence to herself tonight.
As for the others, they said they’d be gaming at the PC Bang in front of the Hospital all night, so they wouldn’t be coming home.
As Bom pondered how to pass this long evening, a pleasant idea suddenly occurred to her.
She hurried through the front gate and up the entrance stairs, then took the stairs to the second floor.
“Now, where did I put that.”
At last, she’d finally use the Bath Additive that Cho Eun had bought her.
Since she’d already gotten permission to use the first-floor Bathroom, there was nothing holding her back anymore.
After quick preparations, Bom went downstairs, filled the bathtub with water, and tossed in the Bath Additive.
Bubbles rose and frothed, turning the water a lovely shade of pink.
“Wow, it’s beautiful.”
A subtle, charming fragrance filled the Bathroom, lifting her spirits.
After a quick shower, Bom sank into the warm bathwater.
Her entire body seemed to melt away—it was nothing short of heaven.
With her eyes gently closed, Bom found herself caught in an oddly unsettling feeling, her face flushing as she sat alone.
Ah, I’ll have to keep these shameless thoughts to myself until the day I die.
For some time now, all her indecent daydreams had been about Tae Moon.
Especially since she’d seen him naked face-to-face.
At first, that image would come flooding back whenever she saw his face, which was quite embarrassing…
Bom gently traced her lips, recalling their kiss.
Even amid their busy schedules, whenever they happened to cross paths at the Hospital, he never simply passed by.
He would warmly and tenderly ask if she’d eaten, if she was doing well, if anything was troubling her.
In that smile and gaze, there was undeniable affection written plain for anyone to see.
Bom found herself drawn to him more and more.
When would they finally move things forward.
Splash.
She splashed water across her face.
What on earth was she doing.
Here she was indulging in this while he was fighting hard in the Operating Room!
She wasn’t some lovesick fool, after all.
Bom clicked her tongue and stood up from the bathtub.

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“Ah, refreshing.”
Leaning against the island counter in the Living Room, Bom sipped cold water to cool off.
She hadn’t been in the bathtub that long, but sweat clung to her skin—whether from the heat or something else.
Maybe she should open the terrace doors.
She set down her glass and slowly made her way toward the Living Room’s terrace.
Click.
Just then, the front door opened and someone stepped inside.
Oh! It’s the Professor.
A smile bloomed across Bom’s face.
Just by the sound of those measured, deliberate footsteps, she could tell who it was.
The surgery that was supposed to end after midnight had already finished.
Bom hid her body quietly toward the veranda window, planning to startle him.
He would pass through the living room and head straight for the elevator.
One, two, three!
Just as Bom was about to leap out with a flourish, she froze.
Tae Moon walked to the sofa and collapsed onto it, draping one arm across his eyes as he began breathing in steady, measured rhythm.
Silence settled over the darkened living room.
Bom, who had meant to surprise him, stood rooted to the spot for a long moment.
Her large eyes blinked as she watched him.
Had it been that exhausting?
Seeing him still in his clothes, not even thinking to undress, made her chest tighten with concern.
He’d only said how pleased he was that so many patients were coming in, but how much must he be struggling to bear that weight?
Bom moved her feet slowly, approaching where Tae Moon lay.
The man who seemed immovable as a mountain, who would never crumble under any circumstance, looked as though he might disappear at any moment.
Bom clenched her hands tightly, gathered her courage, and stepped closer.
He didn’t have a fever or anything, did he?
She reached out and carefully brushed the hair from his straight forehead, checking his temperature.
Comparing it to her own, at least he didn’t seem to have a fever.
Bom had meant to fetch a blanket so he could rest properly, but as she looked at him bathed in soft light, her breath caught.
Stealing this glimpse made her feel a twinge of guilt, yet she found herself unable to look away from his sleeping face.
Though his long arm covered his eyes, everything else lay open to her gaze.
Soft lips sealed firmly closed, a sharp jawline, a masculine throat, a broad chest rising and falling gently, and defined abdominal muscles.
Bom took it all in, letting her eyes trace downward.
Her gaze followed the curve of his lower abdomen to the thickness of his thigh, where she suddenly spotted a bulge on his left leg and turned her head away with a startled gasp.
What was she doing? What was wrong with her?
Did she want to end up in handcuffs?
She should just go get him a blanket.
The moment Bom turned to leave, a hand caught her wrist and pulled her body down sharply.
“Oh! Oh!”
Bom found herself sprawled across Tae Moon’s solid chest, looking down at him with startled eyes.
“You… you’re awake?”
Two gleaming dark eyes looked up at her, bright with vitality as though he had never been asleep at all.
“Why are you so easy to fool?”
“What?”
Bom tried to push herself up with her remaining free hand against his chest, but found she couldn’t.
Tae Moon, with his arm wrapped around her waist, showed no sign of letting go.
“Who told you to look at a man that way without fear?”
“Please… let go of my arm. I was just worried, that’s all.”
“Only worried?”
True, she’d looked with plenty of ulterior motives mixed in, but she had been worried too.
“Yes… well…”
As Bom answered hesitantly, he released her wrist and instead cradled her head in his palm.
Finding herself straddling him completely now, Bom became acutely aware of the intimacy of their position and squirmed.
“Your suit will wrinkle, Professor.”
It didn’t matter for her in her loose t-shirt and shorts, but he was still fully dressed in his suit.
“Why would that matter?”
It matters to me.
Feeling his body through the thin barrier of fabric was too vivid, and straddling him like this—this heavenly professor—was something she simply shouldn’t be doing.
She should have gone on a diet if she’d known this was coming.
What if she was too heavy?
Eating like a pig alongside those pig-like friends, her weight had been creeping up lately.
Even now, Bom twisted and wriggled, trying desperately to shift her weight and escape as those thoughts ran through her mind.
“Stop teasing me.”
…What?
Tae Moon pulled her head down firmly, pressing her face against his chest.
Unable to endure any longer in this position, Bom simply went limp, surrendering completely.
She decided to treat Tae Moon as a human bed, pressing her burning hot cheeks against his chest as she breathed heavily.
His scent wafted to her nostrils.
Thump, thump.
Through his shirt, the sound of Tae Moon’s heartbeat thrummed against her eardrums.
Though she lay face-down, the human bed proved surprisingly comfortable—and having shed all her tension, she surrendered her body to his touch.
His hand trailing down her back was sweet, electric.
“Did you wash?”
He asked in a low voice.
“Yes.”
She felt his warm breath against the crown of her head.
Where their skin touched, heat began to kindle slowly. Her heartbeat quickened; her breathing grew shallow.
What was she supposed to do now?
Bom’s mind spun in a chaos of confusion, her face burning hot enough to split.

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