Chapter 245.2

Chapter 245.2

“What do you mean?”

“You always have that perverted grin during the last spurt. When the team members ask why, you say it’s because you’re thinking of your husband, and you throw out some socially awkward comments. It’s like you’re the only one in love in the world.”

“It’s not just love; it’s a honeymoon.”

Seoryeong replied nonchalantly as she took a sip of water. The taste of the cool water going down her throat felt very refreshing. Dong Jiwoo looked at her with a suspicious expression, narrowing his eyes.

“By the way, does your husband know you’re doing this?”

“Sort of.”

“But he probably doesn’t know the details. That you are not a grade 7 civil servant just writing reports for the National Intelligence Service; he knows that if you perform well, you could be sent overseas, right?”

“…..”

“You’re not just here for maritime training, learning camouflage techniques, and acquiring social skills like playing hwatu and mahjong. You also received training on drinking etiquette and makeup techniques last time. You were terrible at it, though.”

“…..”

Seoryeong quietly gulped down more water.

“I’ve deceived my mother before. It’s really hard and exhausting to hide things from family.”

“…..”

“If something goes wrong out in the field, they won’t tell the bereaved families the specific cause of death or the circumstances. Even though I’m doing this by choice, it’s still something I can’t share with my family.”

Bereaved families…

Seoryeong paused at the unfamiliar term. Right now, it didn’t resonate with her at all.

“Anyway, think seriously about it.”

The advice, which seemed quite bitter, continued. Then, as if to add something, he said, “But what kind of man marries someone like you?” and got hit by a water bottle. Seoryeong threw the bottle and calmly looked for a towel to wipe her sweat.

He does housework well, cooks well, and cleans well. She couldn’t help but brag about her husband like a fool.

Dong Jiwoo scratched the back of his head and muttered, “Ah… I guess he must have broken up with you.”

“What did you say?”

It was when she asked back.

The training room door opened, and someone in a suit walked in confidently. The man wearing thin-rimmed glasses looked down at the new recruits sprawled on the floor with a look of disdain. A crease formed between his brows.

“Everyone, back to your places.”

“Back to your places!”

The one who responded with the loudest voice was none other than Dong Jiwoo. He pulled Seoryeong and made her stand up quickly, even though he was usually lazy.

Only at times like this does he act so quick-witted. Seoryeong sighed and looked at the man in front of her. The tall man walking toward her was–

‘Ah…! That must be Director Tae Mu-kyung, right? He’s really impressive. He mainly operated in Hong Kong and China, and he’s said to have achieved remarkable results there. He probably surpassed Deputy Chief Joo Seolheon’s records, too. He holds the record for the fastest promotion. Ah… but honestly, if Team Leader Lee Wooshin hadn’t retired early!’

‘The nameplate of the director would have changed from Tae to Lee!’

It was a story that Na Wonchang had casually shared with her once.

After a major organizational restructuring within the National Intelligence Service, he was appointed as the youngest Director of the Second Bureau of External Intelligence.

He was just two ranks away from the position of Deputy Chief. At thirty-six, he was the youngest director and the overall head of the overseas dispatch team.

He was said to be a person equipped with both practical experience and administrative skills, the only one capable of commanding operations while also being deployable in the field.

When Seoryeong heard that, she scoffed.

‘Ah, there’s someone like that in my house, too.’

She smiled subtly, but then suddenly her expression darkened. Such an impressive person… living a secluded life as a housewife…

No matter how many times she repeated that she could trust him now, Lee Wooshin did not engage in external activities. The last time he had been busy was during the time when “Yuz Company” was just starting to take shape at the Sakhalin villa. After safely returning to Korea and setting up their newlywed life, he had become a complete househusband.

Still, it seemed like he occasionally talked about work, but that was only when he was cooking or taking out the food waste.

‘Instructor was truly exceptional at Blast… What should this be called voluntary career interruption?’

At that moment, a cold voice pierced through her thoughts.

“Reserve Agent 15.”

Seoryeong looked up. Through the thin, silver-rimmed glasses, her gaze met his cold eyes directly.

This chilling atmosphere was not solely due to the perfectly tailored suit. The sharp energy surrounding him seemed to push people away as if in a vacuum.

“Today, personal interviews will start with Agent 15.”

Tae Mu-kyung pointed at her.

“Come see me for a moment.”