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The black car ride home was silent.
Too silent.
Ji-woo sat with her hands folded on her lap, eyes on the passing city lights, pretending she couldn't feel the cold anger radiating from the man beside her.
Joon-hyuk's voice finally broke the silence. Low. Sharp.
"Who was he?"
Ji-woo turned to him slowly. "Does it matter?"
He stared straight ahead, jaw clenched. "It does now."
She bit back a scoff. "You said this marriage was just a contract. Why do you care who I used to know?"
His eyes snapped to hers, suddenly filled with something she hadn't seen before-fire.
"Because you looked at him like he used to be yours."
Ji-woo flinched, then looked away. "He was. Until he chose someone else. Someone richer."
Joon-hyuk's gaze didn't soften. "So this is about revenge?"
She met his eyes, defiant. "No. This is about survival."
He leaned forward, voice low. "Then don't get distracted."
Ji-woo's heart pounded. "You're jealous."
"Don't flatter yourself," he said coldly. "I don't get jealous. I get rid of problems."
Her breath caught. Not because of fear-because of the truth behind his words. Lee Joon-hyuk didn't do emotions. He did damage control.
"Don't worry," she said, her voice softer now. "He's no threat to you."
He stared at her for a long moment before looking away again. "He better not be."
Silence returned. But it wasn't the silence of before-it pulsed with tension, unspoken questions, and a heat neither of them could explain.
Back at the penthouse, Ji-woo headed for her room, heels clicking against the marble floor.
"Ji-woo."
She turned, surprised by the way he said her name. Almost hesitant.
"You looked... beautiful tonight," he said, eyes unreadable.
Ji-woo's chest tightened.
"Don't fall for me, Joon-hyuk," she whispered. "Remember the contract."
He gave a hollow laugh. "Right. No feelings. No attachments."
But as she disappeared into her room, closing the door behind her, Joon-hyuk stood there... haunted by the feeling that he'd just lied to himself.