Coree hears the doorbell ring a couple of times. She decides to call the driver via the intercom. “Yes, I will go ahead and check,” he tells her. Coree then wears her silk robe, goes downstairs and turns on the light in the living room. “I am sorry, he won’t leave.” The driver explains as he tries to prevent Jae from entering the house. Coree nods, and looks at Jae, “Why are you wet?” His hair was dripping and so his clothes. “He was standing in front of the gate, it was probably raining for minutes.” “It’s all good, you may go back to bed,” Coree instructs the driver, and thanks him for helping Jae out. Coree asks Jae why he was rained on, if he does not have a car and if he had dinner. Jae looks at her, with attraction and Coree starts to feel uncomfortable. “What are you staring at?” sh
