Love Contract

Chapter 17

As the car glided smoothly through the dimly lit streets, the world outside a blur of city lights, Mr. Lee cast a quick glance at the rearview mirror before asking in a respectful tone, “Where should we head to, Young Miss?”

Sana, her gaze tender as she watched Y/N sleep peacefully beside her, responded in a soft, almost hushed voice, “Take us to my new penthouse apartment in Goyang, Mr. Lee.” She gently caressed Y/N’s hand, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on the back of it as if the act alone could convey all the affection she held for her.

“Understood, Young Miss.” Mr. Lee replied, his tone calm and measured, as if fully aware of the significance of this moment. The car continued its journey, the low hum of the engine blending with the distant sounds of the city that seemed to lull Y/N into an even deeper sleep.

Sana leaned back into her seat, her thoughts a whirl of emotions. The gentle rise and fall of Y/N’s breathing was a comforting rhythm, and she found herself marveling at how, even in sleep, Y/N seemed to anchor her, giving her a sense of peace she hadn’t known she needed.

The city lights outside flickered like a silent, glowing chorus, their light casting a soft glow on Y/N’s serene features.

With a slight sigh, Sana turned her gaze out the window, her mind drifting to the days ahead. The new penthouse represented more than just a change of scenery; it was a new chapter, one she hoped to fill with warmth, love, and moments like this—quiet, yet full of meaning. The road stretched ahead, promising not just a destination but the hope of something deeper, something lasting.

She whispered, almost to herself, “We’re going to be okay.” as if the words were a vow, a promise for both of them. And as Mr. Lee drove on through the night, the journey felt like the beginning of something beautiful.

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Meanwhile, in the dimly lit confines of his opulent office, Mr. Minatozaki’s rage knew no bounds. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room as he violently swept every fragile object off his desk, his face twisted in fury.

His breaths came in ragged gasps as he spat out curses, each one laced with venomous frustration. The once pristine office now lay in ruins, a chaotic testament to his anger.

Mackenyu stood silently by the door, his eyes fixed on the destruction his father was wreaking. He had seen this side of him before, but tonight it felt more intense, more desperate. The air was thick with tension, each crash of glass only fueling the storm brewing within Mackenyu.

“Why? Why does that woman always have to interfere?” Mr. Minatozaki bellowed, his voice cracking with the weight of his rage. His eyes, wild and unseeing, bore into his son. “You’re fucking useless, Mackenyu! Useless!”

Mackenyu’s composure, fragile as it was, finally snapped. The harsh words cut through the last thread of his restraint, and his jaw clenched tightly as he took a deliberate step forward.

His eyes, usually calm and measured, now burned with a fire that matched his father’s rage. “It’s not my fault, and neither is it Sana’s, Father.” he bit out, his voice low but filled with a controlled intensity. “You cannot expect everything to run according to your desires, as if the world bends to your will.”

Mr. Minatozaki’s eyes flared with fury, but Mackenyu didn’t flinch. Instead, he continued, his voice growing firmer with each word, “You’ve built this empire with an iron fist, but you cannot control people’s hearts or their choices. Not mine, not Sana’s, and certainly not hers.”