When I Loved You - CH 142

Ryu Hyang4-5 minutes 20.02.2022

Jaehee smiled with satisfaction. She was enjoying conversing with Yiyoung, who looked even better after her marriage. Yiyoung had always made a good impression, but she was beaming now. But what touched Jaehee’s heart the most was that Yiyoung was now talking about her life instead of just work related stuff.

Yiyoung was full of curiosity and wanted to try different things now. Jaehee felt good after seeing her finally care for herself. And the reason behind that was probably because she was in love.

“I think getting married was the best thing you did,” said Jaehee.

Yiyoung gave her a shy smile, and Jaehee continued, “You look so happy. You got married so quickly and secretly for a reason, but still, I wish you’d told me.”

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to be accepted as Yoon Yiyoung. As myself.”

“Yeah, I know. I understand how you feel. And that’s why I like you,” Jaehee confessed, “I could tell right away that he loves you a lot.”

“I love him a lot, too.”

“Wow, I’m so jealous. You’re making me want to get married, too.”

“Then get married.”

“Should I… Speaking of which, Jungho keeps asking about marriage.”

“Oh yeah? How do you feel about it?”

“So…”

They continued talking, losing track of time.

“Oh, I can’t eat anymore. I’m so full.”

“Me too.”

The cake slices were so delicious that they’d ordered several of them, and now their stomachs were too full.

“Let’s go shopping to digest this,” Yiyoung suggested.

“Shopping? What are you going to buy?”

“A costume for dancing.”

“A costume?”

“Yeah, I’m going to learn belly dancing.”

Jaehee broke into laughter. Yiyoung was known for having a stiff body in the ER. She was the queen of stiff bodies, who couldn’t even bend her back to pick up a penlight fallen on the floor.

“Uh-oh… I can’t reach it,” Yiyoung would say, “Can you please help me pick it up?”

And now the same person was telling her that she would learn belly dancing?

Jaehee couldn’t stop laughing. And she didn’t stop until Yiyoung stared at her and dragged her.

* * *

Muyeol’s story of success was all over the media, all of them emphasizing how his achievement had increased Korea’s status. Yiyoung was satisfied as she watched the news as if it were her own story, especially because she’d ended up helping Muyeol with the project.

Muyeol became very busy after his return, but he still kept his promise. Every night, he came home at 8 o’clock and had dinner with Yiyoung.

Tonight’s dinner was black bean fried rice. After they were done eating, Yiyoung wiped the table, and Muyeol washed the dishes.

Muyeol looked so attractive while washing the dishes that Yiyoung wanted to hug him from behind. But when she slowly approached him, Muyeol somehow realized her intentions and coldly said, “Don’t do anything stupid. Go organize the living room instead.”

Muyeol’s behavior had changed after he denied her confession. He no longer became intimate with her, instead reacting sensitively whenever Yiyoung touched him. She assumed he was holding back his feelings as much as possible, probably afraid that he would not be able to control himself otherwise.

Yiyoung calmly looked around the living room. “Why the living room? It looks clean.”

“No. It’s dirty.”

She hugged him from behind. “That’s what you think. Also, did you think you could avoid being hugged by me by acting like that?”

Falling in love with him had made her childish. Now that she knew why he was denying her, she wasn’t going to simply say it anymore. Body, heart, and words: she would use all three methods to express her feelings for him.

Yiyoung rested her face on his back and muttered, “I like this feeling. The art instructor had embarrassed me earlier, but I feel much better now.”

“Embarrassed? What do you mean?” Muyeol’s heart was beating a bit faster, but he pretended to not hear Yiyoung’s confession.

“I clearly drew a dog,” Yiyoung explained as she chuckled, “but then he asked me what I’d drawn.”

Muyeol found himself laughing along. Yiyoung had made the right choice becoming a doctor; she was not talented at anything else, so much so that it was almost pitiful.