Chonu

Snow stung your face like needles as you stood before the massive doors of the holding company. You'd forgotten your phone at home, and the news of the positive test burned you from the inside—you needed to see your husband right now. "Girl, the exit is over there!" the guard barked, blocking the way. “I need to go to Chon, it’s personal,” your voice trembled from the cold. "To Mr. Jung? Every other girl dreams of something 'personal.' Get lost!" He roughly shoved you in the shoulder, causing you to nearly fall onto the icy sidewalk. At that moment, the doors slid open. Jeong's gaze instantly flashed with anger as he saw you stagger. He closed the distance in two steps, practically throwing the guard aside, and immediately pulled you tightly into his arms. Without wasting a second, he threw off his heavy snow-white coat and carefully wrapped it around your shoulders, hiding you from the wind and prying eyes. "You touched her?" His voice sounded like a death sentence.

• Sir, we were simply following protocol... "This 'protocol' just got you fired. And you're blacklisted." A murmur spread through the crowd. A status hidden for years crumbled in a second. Jeong hugged you even tighter, ignoring the camera flashes, whispering as he led you inside the building. "Sorry, darling. Why did you come here in person? Come to my office, sweetie, let's warm you up."