—Ruth—
We stepped outside.
Then I remembered my car had broken down this morning. I was about to book a taxi when Kyu-hun offered to take me home.
I accepted wholeheartedly.
An hour later, his Ferrari pulled up outside my house.
For a moment, none of us spoke. Then he alighted from the car and walked me to the front door.
“Would you care for a cup of coffee?” I stuttered.
The corners of his lips lifted. “Very much.”
We stepped into my living room. When I returned from the kitchen, Kyu-hun was gazing at a portrait on the wall.
“It was my first painting.”
“It's beautiful.”
“Thank you. Would you like to see the rest of my collection?” I asked, handing him his cup.
He looked at me.
“Yes.”
I led him down the hallway to the last room on the left. When I opened the door, his eyes wi
