P.S. Listen to the song I've attached. I've been listening to that nonstop while writing this chapter. Lol.
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"I feel like this is a mistake and I shouldn't be in the car with you." Ye Jin says, holding the bouquet of Dahlias that she unwillingly received from him. Her tote bag full of her equipment was nicely tucked in the back seat of his Range Rover, and she, safely tucked in the passenger seat of the car.
The man driving stifled a chuckle. "You said yes, Doctor Son. Ah, you might have been affected of my charms." Bin takes a deep breath, and settles for a smirk on his lips when he sees his passenger giving a scowl.
"No, I am not affected. And this will be the last time that I'll be indulging you with your... antics. Stop making a move on me. I just followed you because I'm hoping you'll give me something big in order for me to give you my clinic." She answers him, crossing her arms. Suddenly, a growl from one's stomach can be heard in the car, and Bin was certain it wasn't him.
"And because I'm hungry," she adds, avoiding eye contact.
"That's cute." He comments, turning his eyes back on the road. He had mentally jotted down how she can be extremely blunt, and lists it down on what Bin thinks her charms are.
"I'm not cute."
"You are."
Ye Jin rolls her eyes, getting slightly exasperated, yet secretly enjoying the seemingly senseless conversation they're sharing. "I'm not even your type. You're just here to persuade me to give up the space."
"Are you sure?" Bin asks her, stopping at a red light to look at Ye Jin. In the dark of the night and the glow of streetlights and buildings behind her, and the close proximity of them in the car, Bin had the urge to do something - anything, really, to get closer to her.
It's bewildering to him how she has that effect on him - something that he won't usually feel to other women, especially when meeting them twice. Bin settles for ignoring his raging thoughts and closes his eyes for a second give him a sense of stability.
Is this what they call love at second sight? Or first. I don't care. This woman is something.
"God, I think I'm going crazy." He mutters, trying hard not to crack a smile as he holds the steering wheel and resumed driving when the light turned green.
"Yeah you probably are." She replies, oblivious at how things are working out for her companion.
"My ideal type are women who could lead me." He finally says, not bothering now if he looked like a complete fool.
So you're a sub, then, she thinks.
Bin's eyes darts between the road and her, amused at her musings. He had never encountered someone like her – a doctor at the very least, professional, yet she has her own quirks that you usually don't see with others. He deems her special that way. He decided to indulge her. "Well, well, cheeky, aren't we?"
