A way has finally appeared to settle the long-standing private loan debt.
Sleep with Ryu-il, the Executive Director of Wigang Construction.
However, Hee-won, who had long harbored feelings for him while living as the daughter of Wigang’s housekeeper, despaired at the fact that she had to approach him not with her heart, but with her body.
Every time Hee-won stood before him, making all sorts of excuses, she was overwhelmed by a miserable feeling, but Ryu-il did not push her away and instead accepted her as she approached him….
“Open your eyes. You came here because you wanted this, didn’t you?”
Ryu-il knew why she was approaching him, yet he kept wanting to test her heart.
“Hee-won, have you really never been sincere even once all this time?”
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“That’s enough, don’t say things like this carelessly. Just get out—”
“Please!”
Before he could finish saying ‘get out,’ she clung desperately to his neck. She couldn’t leave after coming this far.
She’d already crossed the line; there was no way to go back to meeting him as casually as before.
Anyway, it was already too late to face him as if nothing had happened, like before—she had already crossed the line.
“Please, with me…… me…… please…… I, I want to…… do it with you…….”
She was just the daughter of a housekeeper, yet she liked Ryu-il, who was a third-generation chaebol.
Even though her feelings were utterly humble and pitiful, she wanted to be proud.
Rather than becoming pathetic, she wanted to hide it.
Rather than being desperate to have him, she wanted to give up moderately.
She had quietly protected those feelings in her own way, all by herself.
But in the end, she could only throw those feelings into the mud herself.
So Hee-won could not stop her tears from flowing.
