Sibylla's eyes spun in confusion.

She couldn’t understand what was happening to her.

"Hotel? To talk? What is this, some shallow guy hitting on me at a bar? And Yujin, of all people?"

The strong, steady grip on her wrist made it even more surreal. Yujin firmly led her forward, boldly declaring, "Let’s go to the hotel."

It could have been seen as a macho move, a straightforward acceptance of her confession, but…@@novelbin@@

"No way."

Despite all her teasing over time, Yujin had always kept his walls firmly up. There was no way a single confession would lead to this kind of behavior. The Yujin she knew wasn’t the type to act so recklessly or frivolously.

"This… this doesn’t make sense."

Why was Yujin doing something so out of character? Why did he, in front of everyone, announce that he was taking her to a hotel?

She couldn’t wrap her head around it. And that was precisely why she didn’t resist as he pulled her along.

“Ugh… uh…”

"Why is my heart racing?!"

There was another reason she didn’t—or couldn’t—resist.

What exactly was Yujin doing right now? Accepting a confession and immediately dragging her to a hotel? In front of the president and others, no less. Confidently, at that.

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