Chapter 254.2

Chapter 254.2

Lee Wooshin’s shoulders stiffened. His sharpened eyes turned toward her.

“I can’t be certain. But… A child who looked just like Kia… Was in the corner of a photo. It doesn’t have to be a mission. Just this once. I want to at least see from a distance if he’s alive, or if it was just my imagination.”

“….”

“Is this also my greed?”

Lee Wooshin’s hardened pupils fixed on her.

Everything around them fell silent.

Lee Wooshin, wearing only pants, sat on the sofa with his face buried in his hands. He seemed to have even forgotten to breathe.

From his firm shoulders to the deeply sunken line of his spine, tendons stood out along his neck, stiff as plaster.

His slumped head, seemingly crushed by countless thoughts, seemed unlike the usual Lee Wooshin. He resembled someone endlessly digging deeper into a dark pit. Seoryeong watched her husband with pity.

“….”

It seems I’ve pushed a difficult decision onto him…

I must have backed him into a corner…

With a heart grown equally heavy, Seoryeong crouched down in front of Lee Wooshin. Immediately, he urgently said, “The floor is cold. Come up.” It was remarkable how he knew, even with his eyes covered.

Still concerned about his half-hardened groin, she reached out her hand. No, maybe just to zip up his pants…

At that moment, he hissed. A warning. Honestly, she wasn’t scared, but she pretended to be and obediently sat back down.

“Normally, this would be unthinkable. I had no intention of allowing it.”

“…!”

Only then did she seem to understand what he had meant by “I can’t take this anymore.”

He had been holding it all in. All the agent training, the overseas assignments, everything. He had been bottling it up alone. Her expression darkened.

“But our owl… Sometimes cries in her sleep. It never seemed like she was crying because of her husband. I wondered in passing if it was because of the brothers she left behind… And now it’s that bastard Kia after all?”

He rubbed his face again. His strained voice rumbled low. Seoryeong couldn’t muster any response. But as if he had already heard enough, Lee Wooshin slowly, resignedly, nodded. That alone made her heart ache.

“Then the husband must personally clear away the nightmares his wife has.”

The man who, just moments ago, had been crushed by thought, now began to stir awake, shifting one shoulder. From his forearm to his neck muscles, the knotted sinews gradually tensed.

“You’re pushing yourself too hard… right?”

As Seoryeong asked worriedly, he let out a short laugh.

“So what will you do about it? Even if I am, I have to push.”

“….”

“If your peace lies there.”

He cupped the back of Seoryeong’s head and softly pressed his forehead against hers. His forehead was warm, a testament to how much he had agonized.

Feeling an emotion too immense for words, Seoryeong tightly shut her reddening eyes, hiding them.

Gratitude and guilt chaotically intertwined. Feeling that a few words could never convey it, she abruptly pressed her lips to his.

As she firmly captured and pulled at his lips, his tongue immediately pushed in. Seoryeong silently accepted the roughly probing tongue and wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck.

As their heads tilted, their noses brushed against cheeks, and breaths tangled. Damp flesh gently enveloped each other. Teeth clacked lightly as he drove his tongue into every corner.

Heat began to rise again. A flush spread over her freshly washed face, her breathing growing ragged. Then, a sound escaped from within his mouth. “Ah.”

“Seoryeong. Memorize this, word for word.”

Lee Wooshin, his expression suddenly stern again, separated from her and spoke.

“You will relay this, exactly as is, to that fake husband bastard.”

“Haah, what?”

“Regarding any potential physical contact or displays of intimacy during the mission, I wish to establish clear boundaries in advance. Particularly, any skin-ship with s*xual implications or actions suggesting an actual marital relationship must be entirely excluded. I would appreciate it if this could be documented in a legally binding document or a notarized agreement.”

“….”

“Did you memorize it? You can speak well, right?”

While Seoryeong was dumbfounded, Lee Wooshin cupped his wife’s flushed cheek and warned her again.

“More importantly, this part. ‘Additionally, please include a clause stating that if the agreement is not upheld, I will not raise any objections even if physical sanctions are imposed by a third party.’”

“….”

Something just whirled past. Seoryeong, barely regaining her composure, asked back.

“By ‘third party,’ you mean…”

“Me.”

“By ‘physical sanctions,’ you mean…”

“I’ll beat him half to death.”

“….”

He flashed a smile as if he had finished all his troublesome brooding. It was a chillingly sharp smile.

“If you just promise this, you can go on the mission. I’ll back up Han Seoryeong from now on.”

Their lips met again.