Emmaline's POV
"Im Lina, good morning," I say smoothly, barely tearing my gaze away from one of my favorite morning activities—watching my fiancé sweat shirtless.
"Good morning," she responds curtly, taking the seat beside me.
Im Lina is the definition of a no-nonsense power woman. Her sleek bob is styled to perfection, her almond eyes sharp, high cheekbones adding to her composed elegance.
Honestly, way too good for Choi Jihun.
"Take a seat," I say, motioning to the extra chair. I specifically had this small table and set of chairs placed on the balcony overlooking Daelan's personal training room—for very important observational purposes.
She sits, her posture as poised as ever.
"Fruit? Cookie?" I offer, gesturing toward the spread of treats before us. She takes a cookie.
Down below, Choi Jihun laughs at something, his voice loud and carefree.
I click my tongue. Annoying. I want to be the one laughing at something my fiancé says.
