Dae-Hyeon came into her room

"Dae Hyeon." She gripped his wrist and jolted it.

Meanwhile...

His eyes moaned as if they were going to open. Her hand laid back and approached the food box while his eyes twitched because of the reflection of the light bulb. He tilted his head towards her. She gave him two tabs on the food box before leaving him and saying, 

"Sleep after dinner!"

He sat up, got hold of the box, and turned to her once he sensed that it was takeaway food. "Did you have dinner?"

Showing her rear, she sent a nod, heading towards her room.

At Dong-Hon's house, he was flipping the book's page alternatively, dragging his pupils left and right at it. After some rustling of papers, he slapped the book surface frustratedly and threw a scowl at the random floor.

Why does this have nothing to do with my search? He growled inside his thoughts.

At the hotel.

Sun-Hwa's brows dragged down, and she turned to look at the person who interrupted her book reading. It was Dae-Hyeon getting in and shutting the door more tenderly. She sharpened her dubiousness in her scrutiny.

He sneaked towards her bed, evidently in front of her. It created a frown on her face because he sneaked like Sun-Hwa's eyes didn't meet him.

Just when he leaned forward towards the bed and was about to put his hand on the bed, Sun-Hwa pierced, "Don't!"

He lifted his face to get a glimpse of her and switched into a bargain tone too quickly: "My shoulders are hurting from sleeping on the sofa. Please, let me sleep here!"

He gathered his palms together in front of her, pleading.

"Then go to your house!" said Sun-Hwa, turning her gaze back to the book as if she didn't care for his suffering.

"Come with me; we'll go together," he said, sending a nonchalant smile at her back-facing body, which failed to grab her eyes.

"I don't love you," came a ruthless answer from her side as she stomped her scowl at the book.

He straightened, rested his hands on his hips, and added furrows too. Raising his one brow, he asked, "Then why did you offer me dinner earlier?"

She turned her face only; a whiff of annoyance escaped her nose, and her eyes seethed at him before saying, "I don't want a person to be starved because of me."

He waved down his body in disappointment. Anyway, he thought, jumped, and stood straight again. "Okay, let's assume this is that too. My shoulders hurt badly. I don't have any other intention, I swear!"

He leaned on the bed and covered the blanket over him promptly before she transformed into furious or struck out another barrier.

"Dae-Hyeonna!!"

She shouted loudly, unseated, and dragged the blanket forcefully as his grip tightened more. "Get off, Dae-Hyeon!" She snarled.

After all, he is a male who is naturally and physically stronger than a woman.

His one casual pull earned her body on him. He wrapped his hand over her back waist without delay and dragged her up fully on him, causing her legs to stifle onto the bed, which had been stretching straight out of bed partially, and her face to reach up to his chest.

She pressed her palm against his belly, trying to pull her body away from his further tightened grip.

"Dae-"

While she battled to lift her face from his chest, his other hand lying under her arms pressed her back head, causing her to enfold her face over his chest emphatically. It disclosed her remaining words as a murmur.

"Let's sleep together," he said, throwing his leg over hers and controlling it from beating against the bed adamantly.

Until her body calmed down, his hands on her back, head, and waist and his leg on her leg kept sending pressure.

At last, she halted shovelling. Her panting pumped on his chest and mouth by going back and forth as his hand loosened the pressure on her head. He then drew his leg back to its original place, making her adjust her messy sleeping position.

After she straightened her leg next to him and rested her face comfortably on his chest, he offered a kiss on her hair above her head.

"I don't have any intention to rape you, sleep next to me." His voice was even more distinguished, like a perfect gentleman calming down his childish girl.

He tenderly stroked her hair as her pants reduced to gasps and, after that, to normal breath.

A gratified smile peeked out from his lips when her hand crawled along his stomach all the way to his hip curve and hugged it for balance.

His hand then caressed her side hair, closing his eyes gingerly.

Next day. In the kitchen,

Dae-Hyeon was stirring the clams in the frying pan, adding some salt and pepper. His phone on the dining table buzzed and turned his attention.

He left the scoop resting on the cooking clams to attend to the phone. The call was from Dong-Han.

"Hello," he responded, moving back to the pan, continuing to stir it, and also slowing down the flame.

"Those are files that need your signature; how about I come there?"

"Dong-Han, are you a fool or something else?"

Dae-Hyeon's sarcastic query made him think for a moment, as if he were asking something he shouldn't.

"Did you already forget why we are here? If anyone comes to know that I signed the papers, Su-Won will find out I didn't leave Korea. Think before you ask, Dong-Han!"

"I'm not a fool; this is a file that you didn't sign on the day you left Seoul. Now the clients are rushing us; if you don't want to, leave it. I will cancel all the contracts. Bye!" As a frown rested on his forehead, he dragged away the phone from his ear and was about to end the call.

"Don-Dong-Han...Dong-Haaaannn!!" Dae-Hyeon screamed at the phone.

Throwing an annoyance-shaded sigh, Dong-Han put his phone back in his ear. "What?"

"How about meeting me at the office?" Asked Dae-Hyeon.

"Why? Why not home? What are you doing right now at the house?" Asked Dong-Han. His voice carried dominance.

Dae-Hyeon slightly scattered a smile as his eyes fell on the clam fry that was almost done. "I'm trying a new dish to pester my wife," he said contentmently.

"New dish?" Dong-Han's eyes narrowed, unsure of what dish it would be. "What's that name?"

"Clam fry," said Dae-Hyeon, switching off the stow.

"Clam?" Immediately, wrinkles were born on his forehead. "Dong-Han, she is aller-"

Dae-Hyeon hung up the phone and put it aside once he heard bare footsteps on the wooden floor. Sun-Hwa was coming out after bathing.

With a slight concern on his face, he dialled Dae-Hyeon again. But Dae-Hyeon's focus was on another dish, which was boiling.

'Don't be ridiculous, Dong-Han; she is not stupid enough to eat that clam.' He thought to himself, put down the phone on the table, and headed towards the restroom.