Right after her return to Seoul, Yiyoung registered for the classes at the culture center. Just like she’d told Muyeol, she signed up for decorating vases, make-up, guidance on how to use the smartphone camera, watercolor illustration, ballet for relaxation, and one more class.

Once Muyeol returned home from work, the two talked about the classes as they ate dinner.

“You really registered for all of them?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“You think you can do all of them?”

“Of course. And not only that, I took one more class.”

“One more?”

“When I meet Jaehee tomorrow, I’m going to buy a sexy dance costume.”

“A dance costume?”

“I’m going to learn belly dancing, and then I’ll wear a sexy costume and perform in front of many people.”

Muyeol’s mind instantly conjured an image of Yiyoung dancing in front of everyone with her inflexible body. She really wasn’t flexible; it was quite serious.

Muyeol let a scoff slip. “Please don’t make people suffer.”

“Then, I’ll only show it to you,” Yiyoung said passionately, her eyes sparkling.

“So you’re saying it’s fine for my eyes to suffer?”

“Why not? I’ll just take care of you then.”

Muyeol suddenly felt his heart burn. He caught his breath, thinking that he needed to stop this from happening again. He wondered what would happen when Yoon Yiyoung would leave him.

“Yoon Yiyoung,” Muyeol started in a low voice, “Stop it.”

“Huh?” Yiyoung asked naively, “Stop what?”

“Don’t say that you love me.”

Yiyoung’s face instantly paled at his direct refusal of her confession. She’d never imagined he would reject her. She didn’t know what to do, her cheeks having lost their rosy color. Her mind went blank, not knowing what to say. More than that though, her heart pained as if it were bleeding endlessly.

Yiyoung lowered her head, fiddling with the spoon in her hands. Her cheeks flushed again as she remembered the events of last night… The night when Muyeol caressed her passionately. The stone-faced jerk had acted so softly last night.

That made her upset. ‘What’s wrong with him? He enjoys sleeping with me, but he doesn’t want me to confess my feelings?’

“Just enjoy the moment. I’d told you to enjoy your time with me until you leave,” added Muyeol.

‘So you want me to just enjoy it, huh? Fine, I’ll enjoy it.’

She raised her head and looked at him. “You’re quite resolute.”

“I’m not joking.”

“Yes, me neither. Got it. Let’s eat then,” Yiyoung said calmly.

Muyeol was startled by her reaction. ‘She just got rejected. Does she not feel upset at all? How could she eat now?’

Yiyoung was eating like nothing had happened, like she’d forgotten about the conversation that took place a moment ago. She seemed to be enjoying her meal, chewing her food earnestly.

“The housekeeper is so great at cooking,” said Yiyoung, “She’s like a masterchef, don’t you agree?”

“Yoon Yiyoung,” Muyeol called out.

Yiyoung responded with a huge smile. “It’s your choice to deny my love, and I’m still going to respect your feelings. But you know, I just want to let you know that you’ll have to bear with me being like this until your stockholders’ meeting.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m going to keep telling you that I love you.”

“Yoon Yiyoung.”

“But if you interrupt me, or don’t let me say it, then I’ll leave the house. And I’ll talk about you in public. I’ll talk about the way you received your shares, and how our marriage was a set-up. I’ll even write all the details about our sex life. It would become the greatest scandal in history, wouldn’t it? How is it now? Do you think you can bear with me?”

Muyeol couldn’t believe it. ‘Is Yiyoung threatening me now?’