This wasn’t good for Muyeol’s heart. He’d toughened his heart because he held no expectations, but he had not even realized it, that when he was with Yiyoung, his heart would grow soft; it would flutter alive. He had become passionate, impatient, and emotional. And it all made him realize that there were some things in life which were not good to give up on.

Right then, Yiyoung placed her hand on his. Her warmth seeped into his skin, causing his heart to race.

‘Despite all hopes and fears…’ he thought.

Muyeol gulped. “Do you have any plans today?”

“No, it’s my first time traveling abroad, so I’m going to rest today. I think I need some time to adjust to the time difference anyway. What about you?”

“I have to go out at night.”

“I see.”

“Do you think you could sleep well tonight?”

Yiyoung shook her head, choosing to reply honestly, “I want to, but I don’t think it’ll be easy. One hour with that patient on the flight, and I feel like I just worked for 36 hours straight.”

“I’ll help you with your sleep,” Muyeol said, his tone firm and passionate.”

“Huh? How?”

Muyeol lowered his head and whispered into her ears, “You already know how, don’t you?”

Instantly, a jolt of electricity traveled down her back and all the way to her feet. The spark ran deep, making her insides clench and raising goosebumps on her arms. Even his voice sounded so intimate, and his breath only made her more aroused. She unconsciously stared at his lips, the pulse inside her only growing as she looked at him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because I want to have you, now.”

The intense desire inching its way from her ear to the entirety of her body made her shiver.

* * *

They arrived at the hotel, but its gorgeous view was not Yiyoung’s focus. The high ceiling with the unique colors and patterns of Islamic culture was exotic and mesmerizing, but she couldn’t pay any attention to it.

“Get some rest. Let’s meet again at 6 pm,” Muyeol told his subordinates.

“Okay.”

“Got it.”

“Yeah, okay,” the three answered before going their own ways.

Muyeol held Yiyoung’s hand and walked to the elevator. With every step they took, she could sense Muyeol’s temperature increase. His scent was turning provocative, too. It was so powerful, to the point where she wanted to call him a wild animal instead of ‘man’.

Once they got on the elevator, Yiyoung leaned against Muyeol’s arm and muttered, “I honestly think I love doing it with you.”

Muyeol didn’t reply, his grip on her hand growing firmer instead.

“Even just imagining it for a moment…” Yiyoung whispered, unbeknownst to the way she was shivering, “my body feels like it’s melting.”

Muyeol’s breath hitched as he sensed that sweet scent of hers, and her bosom pressing against his arm,

“Does this mean I can’t live without you now?” she asked.

Muyeol’s heart pounded harshly; her words were just so shocking.

He’d never imagined having someone in his life who wouldn’t be able to live without him. If it really was the truth, then he wondered how it would feel every day, to have someone special in life. How would his perspective of the world change? He couldn’t predict whether it would be good or bad. Would it be comfortable, or confusing and strange?

However, at the moment, the words had made him excited. He couldn’t see anything except her. He no longer cared about things like being rational or what his plans were for the day.

Muyeol’s face grew stiff due to his earnest attempt to control himself. He needed to hold it in until they were in a room. Oh, he would definitely be ripping the clothes off.