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chapter 2 | Self-centered

I do not forget to close the door behind me and make my way to the front door, however, this already opens and reveals the tall and robust man that made me regret my decision yesterday.

I did not expect to fall upon such an intimidating man. His tattoos, his toned and fit build, his height, his features, all of them are enough to make me nervous no matter the reason why I am here.

"Good morning, y/n," he smiles at me with a charming and beaming smile, perfectly shaped to start the day well. "Good morning, Mister Jeon," I speed up to come into the house and allow him to close the door, noticing that he is already dressed up, in a white dress shirt with a tie, and a pair of trousers, when I haven't started my day yet.

"I'm glad to see you're on time," he looks down into my eyes but already makes me feel affected by his aura. "I'm very punctual..." I take my shoes off, feeling shy after a night away from this new person. "Great, you have even more positive points then," he chuckles but fixes his tie while stepping towards the sofa next to us. "Have you eaten breakfast?"

"Just a fruit," I answer him with honesty but see his facial expression change. "Hm. That's not enough for a young girl like you," he tucks his hands in his pockets, my body remaining still. He licks his lips as I cannot do anything but stare without saying anything. "Come with me," he tilts his head to the side to invite me to follow him, so I do it, and we both walk to the kitchen.

"Do you remember what you have to do today?" he takes a bowl out of a cabinet but peeks at me. "Yes, I have to wake Hyejoon up at eight am and feed him, then I have to give him a bath, play with him. At ten, there is a nap, and I wake him up again at twelve for the second feeding. The other nap is at two p.m., the third feeding at four, the last nap at six p.m., then the last feeding is at seven p.m., and I put him to bed at eight p.m."

"Wow," he raises his eyebrows but cracks a smile. "That's perfect," he says, almost proudly. I grin like an idiot after the confidence he just built inside of me, and I check what he is doing. "Here you are," he slides the bowl towards me. "Eat more, you need energy to take care of my son," he leaves the cereals in front of me.

"You didn't have to, Mister Jeon, but thank you," I do not refuse since I do not want to seem disrespectful, and I grab the spoon he handed me. "No need to. I'm going to be home at six today, all right? My wife will probably be home earlier or later if she's with her colleagues again."

"Okay," I nod and swallow, still chewing on the cereals. "Also," he turns towards me, putting his veiny hands in his pockets once more, so I gaze at him. "Don't let my boys annoy you, okay? I know they won't go too far, but if they ever bother you a bit too much, tell me, and I'll make it clear to leave you alone."

I shyly agree but glance down to keep on eating.

The sound of a door drags my attention away, so I take a look at the person who just joined us but come across a woman I haven't seen yet. A gorgeous one who goes well with the man I have by my side. None of them says a word to each other, but I bow to her. "Nice to meet you, Miss Jeon."

She tucks some strands of hair behind her ear without expressing any kindness, and she glances at Mister Jeon before stepping away. "Nice to meet you too," she breathes out. I do not react to this cold reaction but clear my throat and have a glimpse of Mister Jeon, who doesn't look pleased.

"When do you come home?" she asks him while pouring some coffee in a cup, standing away from us in a tight pencil skirt and dress shirt. "Around six p.m., why?"