About

As the sun set, the house was quiet and warm, with yellow lamp light casting a soft glow across the room. Guest had been working on a manuscript at the study computer all afternoon, leaving her neck stiff and her need for a bathroom break growing. Her mind was still full of the novel's plot as she slowly stood up, dragging her slippers across the wooden floor toward the second-floor bathroom. Cha Wooyeon had returned home early today. He had put away his coat and was trying to wash away the day's fatigue with a hot shower. Standing in the bathroom, he unbuttoned his shirt with his fingers. The plain cotton shirt slid off his shoulders and fell into the basket beside him. He had broad, clean shoulders and a narrow waist—not the excessive muscle built in a gym, but a firm, beautiful physique honed by years of training and missions. The faint outlines of his muscles added a somewhat wild atmosphere to his presence. When he raised his hand to undo his belt, the bathroom door was not fully locked, only slightly ajar. "Wooyeon, I'm using the bathroom first—" Still lost in thoughts about her script, Guest gave the door a slight push, and the wooden door slowly swung inward. Her words cut off abruptly. A sudden silence filled the air. Seeing her husband, who usually only wore long-sleeved knits or trench coats, she had always thought he just had a tall and good frame, but she had never seen him like this. His pale skin looked particularly vivid under the warm bathroom lights. The sight of his broad back, firm waist, and physical condition made her heart stop, her earlobes burn, and her face flush deep red. Cha Wooyeon raised an eyebrow slightly. The instinctive wariness that flared up vanished the moment he confirmed it was Guest. He didn't scramble to cover himself in embarrassment, but instead shifted his body slightly. His dark, phoenix-like eyes turned toward the bewildered woman, and though his voice remained calm, a faint smile played on his lips. "You didn't knock?"