LOVE PAST TIME

WHERE COULD YOU BE?

7th Chapter: Where could you be?

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Immediately, the annoyance that had nearly completed the process of disseminating from her heart began

to advance once again into her heart.

Pointing a finger at the photograph, she said through gritted teeth, "You aren't anything

yet, an irritating presence!"

She continued, "Although I can't deal with you physically, I can surely take care of you from here," rolling the sleeves of her royal blue suit jacket.

Having said that, she went over to her plate rack and grabbed a butcher's knife. However, when she realized how much it was weighing on her wrists, she immediately returned the knife and grabbed another one, "the chef's knife." The second knife appeared to be lighter than the first, but when she turned her attention back to the refrigerator, she noticed the obvious difference in size between it and the picture she wanted to take care of.

"I truly need to take those stink eyes from you!"

Oh Ji-Soo felt like she wouldn't be able to find peace if she didn't get mad at her boss, so she put the chef's knife back on the shelf and let her brain decide what to eat for once.

Which one will be little yet strong enough to remove his eyes?"

Her focus shifted from the largest knife on the shelf to the smallest as she reflected to herself.

"Look at it!"

Right away, energy overflowed in her eyes as she broke her knuckles.

"You're so dead, Kim ji-hun!"

She immediately grabbed the paring knife and returned to her refrigerator to finish some work.

A couple of moments later, the sides of her lips twisted into a grin as a fulfilled

grin spread far at her.

Her look gazed cheerfully at her most recent assortment which turned out to be the

fixed eyes of Kim Ji-hun's photograph she just cut out.

However, the perpetrator's contentment grew because the main picture on the refrigerator lacked eyes.

"Your eyes are disgusting, so I should have really chewed them out. Eeeww!" She returned the knife to its shelf after shaking her head and throwing the two rounded eyes into the trash can.

She could now go back to the refrigerator and get a bottle of table water because she was feeling better.

Dissimilar to Kim Ji-hun's single-entryway cooler which was unfilled, Goodness Ji-Soo's

twofold entryway fridge was filled. There wasn't even room for anything new to be added. D

Despite the fact that she ordinarily lacked the opportunity to cook anything, she tries to

restock her fridge each Friday so when she gets a brief period during

work days, she could continuously prepare a speedy feast for herself.

She took a bottle of slightly chilled table water, uncapped it, and sipped from it with her head raised until all of the contents were gone into her stomach.

"How reviving!" She murmured to herself slightly out of breath.

As there was all the while something different for her to do prior to turning in, she

immediately left for her lounge to get her packs and shoes prior to leaving for

her room.

In her straightforward however extravagant room, her look cleared past her very much made

sovereign estimated bed and right away, she was enticed to go lie on it on the whole

things first.

She needed to remove her cosmetics and spruce up prior to getting ready something

straightforward for supper.

She was at that point exceptionally drained as it was, with just having a light breakfast previously

being exhausted till her mind got depleted working.

She would make the most of the opportunity to fall asleep later.

She quickly left and went into her walk-in closet to drop off her shoes and bags. She removed her makeup while seated in front of the vanity table, then changed into a bathrobe and entered the bathroom.

Oh Ji-Soo used the bathtub to help her body relax, unlike Kim Ji-hun, who had a shower. Surprisingly, she didn't go to sleep.

Because her body was already accustomed to being stressed, this merely demonstrates how long she has been working in that manner.

Oh Ji-Soo entered her open kitchen a few minutes later to prepare three meals for herself: a bowl of rice, a bowl of soup, and stir-fried vegetables and meat.

She did the dishes and, after finishing her meal, drank another bottle of water before heading straight to her bed, where they were singing her bedtime stories.

The director of "Dream Axis" was dragged from the depths of the "sleep" pull by Kim Ji-hun's phone call, which came in between 6:30 and 7:00 the following morning.

Hearing the perpetual ringing of her telephone from the bedside table even later

swiping the calls toward the red button, Goodness Ji-Soo's eyes were constrained open.

Her black pupils glared at the phone's brightly lit screen, causing her eyeliner to turn red.

She forced herself into a sitting position before reaching for the phone, unsure of which debtor was calling.

However, when she saw the guest ID, her eyes enlarged in shock. ' In his dreams, did he see me?

Goodness ji-Soo had a couple of inquiries in her mind, however this moment was not the opportunity to be

scattering. She had lost count of how frequently she ended his brings in

her rest.

She was certain that she had previously ventured into his terrible side all day long.

Who can say for sure the way that he planned to torment her now?

sliding her fingers across her screen to answer the call, she briskly positioned the

telephone on her ear and made an honest effort to sound conscious.

"Merry Christmas, President Kim!"

"Director Oh, as your liver grows, your guts grow daily." Kim Ji-Hun

answered wryly, absolutely overlooking her good tidings.

How could he answer the great wishes when she had the guts to end

his calls threefold?

She had proactively shown him that they were not on a similar level. Seems like she

needed to commit her excess life expectancy to being reproved by him.

Detecting the annoyance in his tone, Goodness Ji-Soo shut her eyes as she felt her heart

beating vigorously in her chest.

She didn't actually get to awaken normally before Satan came thumping on her

entryway.

She heard his voice in her ear, laced with hidden resentments, as she considered how to begin her apology statement.

"Where do you stand?"

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