The city pulsed with life, but Seo-yeon was a ghost among it. The chill of the air nipped at her flesh as she rode in Hyun-soo's car, quiet sitting heavily over them like a tempest waiting to unleash.
He hadn't said a word since she climbed inside, but the death grip he had on the wheel spoke volumes.
He was angry.
Angry that she had gone to Joon-woo.
Angry that she had been uncertain.
Angry that she was still torn between them.
But she was too.
She took a slow breath, her eyes coming back to him. The angles of his jaw were strained, his mouth compressed into a tight line.
"You don't need to take me anywhere," she replied, her tone softer than she meant. "I can hail a cab."
Hyun-soo didn't glance at her. "And then what?"
She scowled. "Then I go home."
A dry laugh escaped him. "You actually expect Joon-woo to let you walk away?"
Her stomach knotted. She knew he wouldn't.
