Chapter Four
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Ji-eun’s first days at Kang Group felt like a storm she was drowning in.
From the moment she stepped through the glass doors, she was swept into a world that seemed to have no place for someone like her.
Her boss — the same cold, arrogant man from that night — was stricter than she imagined.
His gaze was sharp, his words few but cutting.
Every mistake, every delay, every forgotten detail was met with a pointed stare that made her heart race in fear — and in anger.
Why him? Why did fate tie me to this man?
But she clenched her fists behind her back, bowed low, and endured it.
Because this job was her only hope.
Every night, she visited the hospital, slipping envelopes of her small pay into the nurse’s hands, watching her grandmother sleep.
Just a little longer. I can’t lose her too.
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The Breaking Point
Weeks turned into months.
Ji-eun worked without rest.
She skipped meals to finish reports. Stayed late to double-check schedules. Never dared ask for a day off — not even when her head throbbed or her body ached.
And all the while, Joon-ho watched her.
From behind his cold mask, he saw her pale cheeks, the way she swayed on her feet some mornings.
And tried not to care.
Until that day.
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The Collapse
It was late — nearly midnight. The office was quiet, the city lights casting soft patterns on the polished floors.
Ji-eun stood at his desk, handing him a file, when her knees buckled.
Her vision blurred, the room spun, and she fell forward.
Joon-ho shot up, catching her just before she hit the ground.
But as he looked down at her pale face, a memory crashed over him —
His mother’s lifeless form.
Her cold hands.
Her closed eyes.
The room seemed to close in, the air vanishing.
His heart raced, his breath came in ragged gasps.
Panic. The old terror that had haunted him for years.
He stumbled back, his hands trembling, cold sweat on his brow.
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Her Touch
Ji-eun stirred, realizing she’d fallen.
Her body was weak, but she saw him — frozen, struggling, his face white as a sheet.
In that instant, she forgot he was her cold, demanding boss.
She saw only a man in pain.
She reached out, her fingers brushing his sleeve.
“Sir… it’s okay. Breathe… slowly…”
Her voice was soft, steady.
Joon-ho’s wide, panicked eyes met hers.
Her touch, her words — they grounded him.
His chest stopped heaving. The darkness receded.
He stared at her, confused. Ashamed. Relieved.
Without a word, he turned and walked out of the office.
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A New Distance
Ji-eun sat alone in the quiet, heart pounding.
What just happened?
She blamed herself for pushing him too far, for scaring him.
But Joon-ho, as he stood in his private suite upstairs, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.
Her voice echoed in his mind.
Her touch.
For the first time in years… he hadn’t faced the storm alone.
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