Marriage with the Beast Senior - Chapter 63

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Chapter 63

An awkward silence flowed, embarrassing enough to make her regret speaking up.

Yoomin forced her increasingly stiff lips to move.

“Senior?”

“Hong Yoomin.”

“Yes?”

“You know.”

He put down the sandwich he was holding onto the plate and continued.

“Are you asking me to marry you because of your family?”

Yoomin’s mind went blank.

Certainly that was part of the reason at first, but as time passed, it wasn’t.

When the one-sided love that had been interrupted 5 years ago started again, it accelerated and her heart grew like crazy.

That’s why even though Kim Byeongtae’s mere glance made her feel disgusted as if bugs were crawling all over her body, she felt fine even after going all the way with him.

No, she even felt good about it.

To the point where she wondered if she had such sexual desire hidden within her.

Yoomin, who had firmly resolved herself in her mind, answered with strength in her voice.

“That’s how it was at first. But not now.”

“How is it now?”

“I just like you, Senior.”

His gaze became calm yet clearer.

“You said so yourself, Senior. That you couldn’t be as direct as when we were in college. Since I like you, even that makes me anxious…”

“…”

“So I’m trying to score points… dragging my aching body around doing this.”

Yoomin gestured with her chin toward the sandwich in front of Jaejun.

“I’m trying in my own way… but haven’t I recovered to the same feelings as 5 years ago yet?”

He slowly reached out and picked up his cup.

Without taking his eyes off Yoomin, he drank the milk.

Only after finishing it all did he speak calmly.

“It’s only been a few days.”

Yoomin felt like she’d been hit on the head.

“You seem to be doing really well without me. Are you happy even without me?”

“It’s only been two days since we last saw each other, isn’t that question too hasty?”

She received back exactly the same answer she had given yesterday.

A weak smile appeared on Yoomin’s lips.

“You’re right. It’s only been a few days since I left my family home and started seeing you like this, Senior. I was being hasty.”

At Yoomin’s quick agreement, Jaejun held a faint smile before immediately erasing it.

“Finish eating, Senior. I won’t ask any more difficult questions.”

“Don’t worry. It wasn’t difficult at all.”

Jaejun was about to pick up his sandwich again when he seemed to remember something and let out a small “Ah.”

“What is it?”

“Why don’t you say you want to see your father?”

Of course she wanted to see him, why wouldn’t she?

Yoomin stretched her lips bitterly and answered a beat late.

“I just… don’t want to seem childish. If I said I wanted to go to the hospital knowing it’s obviously dangerous, wouldn’t I look reckless? I need to score points with you, Senior.”

He chuckled.

“Then why are you going to buy chrysanthemum bread in front of the academy? Your family members might be there too.”

“I quit the academy. Your family must have heard about it through the principal.”

Jaejun nodded slowly as if he understood and said.

“Let’s go to the hospital together in a few days. I’ll go with you.”

Color immediately returned to Yoomin’s face.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Then let’s go together this weekend! On weekdays I have tutoring with Haneul and you have to go to work.”

“Ah, I have a prior engagement this weekend.”

“You don’t have prior engagements for the entire 48 hours of Saturday and Sunday, do you?”

Jaejun burst into brief laughter.

“You’re right. Then let’s go on Sunday.”

Watching Yoomin nod vigorously with joy, Jaejun glanced at his wristwatch and stood up.

“I should head to the company.”

Yoomin followed him to the entrance with the plate in hand.

As he was putting on his shoes, he paused when he saw Yoomin standing there holding the plate with the half-remaining sandwich.

Without hesitation, he picked up the bread, bit into it, and left the entrance.

His appearance saying he’d be back with a muffled pronunciation left a warm heat in Yoomin’s chest.

She liked him even more for not ignoring her sincere effort and taking it with him despite being busy.

Left alone, Yoomin moved to the kitchen to wash dishes with her swelling heart.

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Yoomin arrived in front of Jaejun’s house around 1:50.

As soon as she pressed the bell, Haneul’s voice could be heard from the yard.

“Just a moment!”

The sound of running footsteps to the gate could be heard, then the door opened.

“Haneul. Hello. Why were you out in the yard? Isn’t it hot?”

“I wanted to eat the bread quickly!”

Haneul, who usually answered maturely for a ten-year-old, shouted cheerfully like a child with both fists clenched tight.

How much did he want to eat it that he was waiting out in the yard.

Yoomin patted Haneul’s head and stepped toward the yard.

“Let’s go inside first.”

Haneul ran ahead of Yoomin.

When they went to the room with the piano, she could see a small table for two and simple chairs by the window that weren’t there yesterday.

On top were a water bottle with lemon water, cups, and tissues.

It looked exactly like someone had deliberately set up a place to enjoy snacks here.

“Did you set up this snack table, Haneul?”

When she casually probed, Haneul shook his head and approached the table.

“No. When I bragged to Grandmother that you were buying me bread, she set up the table for me.”

“Grandmother?”

“Ah! The maid grandmother!”

“Oh. You mean that person from yesterday. Our Haneul is really loved, isn’t he?”

Yoomin smiled warmly and took out the container she had transferred the chrysanthemum bread into from her bag.

Meanwhile, Haneul, who had taken a seat in the opposite chair, couldn’t take his eyes off the chrysanthemum bread in the container and muttered to himself.

“Wow… it looks delicious.”

Yoomin quickly opened the lid and pushed the container toward Haneul.

Haneul took out a wet wipe from beside him, cleaned his hands, then took out a chrysanthemum bread and put it in his mouth in one bite.

After chewing a few times, he widened his eyes and looked at Yoomin.

“Wow! It’s really delicious!”

Yoomin burst into laughter at the child’s pure innocence.

“I bought a lot for you, Haneul, so you can eat all of these.”

Haneul nodded and picked up one chrysanthemum bread in each hand.

Then, as if remembering something, he glanced at Yoomin and read the situation.

“What is it?”

“It’s so delicious that Grandmother too…”

Yoomin continued Haneul’s words as his voice grew smaller.

“You want to let that grandmother who works here try some yesterday too, right?”

Haneul nodded his head vigorously.

Yoomin smiled and pulled out another container from her bag.

“Huh?”

“I thought you might, so I bought some for the lady too. But I don’t see her today? Where is she?”

Haneul got up from his seat and gestured for her to follow him.

Yoomin quietly followed Haneul, carrying the container.

Going straight down the hallway on the opposite side of the piano room, there was a back door leading outside.

Haneul pointed to that door and said.

“She’s watering the trees.”

“Oh, really? Then I’ll just give this to her and go, so why don’t you go eat yours?”

Haneul answered cheerfully and ran back the way they came.

Yoomin opened the door.

The backyard spread out right before her eyes.

The backyard had so many more trees and flower pots than those in the front yard that it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it a mini garden.

The grandmother who worked there, holding a hose and watering the trees, turned around.

“Hello, ma’am!”

The woman warmly returned Yoomin’s greeting.

“Oh my. I was so focused on watering that I didn’t notice you coming, teacher.”

She put down the hose and approached Yoomin.

Today she was wearing a modified hanbok, and her bearing and the way she walked looked very elegant.

While Yoomin was staring blankly, captivated by her presence, the grandmother came right up to her and spoke.

“For me?”

Yoomin startled and lifted the hand holding the container.

She immediately held it out to her and said.

“Haneul said he wanted to try chrysanthemum bread, so I bought some. I thought you might be here too, so I brought some for you. Please try some.”

The grandmother looked intently at Yoomin with a mysterious expression that seemed to hold a smile but maybe not.

Gradually feeling embarrassed, Yoomin forced the corners of her mouth up and blinked rapidly.

Inside, she worried whether she had made some mistake, but nothing particular came to mind.

Then the grandmother broke the awkward silence first.

“What about Haneul?”

“Oh, I told him to eat his chrysanthemum bread.”

“Then would you like to have a light cup of tea with me in the meantime, teacher?”

The grandmother took the container from Yoomin’s hand and smiled gently.

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