Cheryl
I was in Mr. Han’s pretty lake, enjoying my day off. The sun was setting, painting the sky in soft pinks and oranges. The water around me shimmered with the fading light, warm against my skin.
Then I heard footsteps approaching from around the bushes. My heart skipped, and I instinctively swam closer to the wooden bridge.
“Oppa?” I called out.
Miles emerged, looking utterly exhausted—his suit slightly rumpled, dark circles etched beneath his heavy-lidded eyes. He hadn't come home last night. They were working on something new, something that required all of his attention.
Even so, he managed a smile.
“Hey, baby.” His voice was hoarse, rough like he hadn’t slept in days.
I pouted. “Oh my God, you look so tired.”
He chuckled, but I didn’t find it funny. I hated when he overwo
