His CEO

king of my heart

"Just drop me off in front of the hospital."

He glanced at me from the driver's seat and for a moment, it seemed like he was about to say something—maybe argue, maybe insist on going in with me—but he simply pressed his lips together and nodded.

The tension in the car was suffocating, with each passing second weighing down on my chest. I couldn't even bring myself to look at Insung, I just forced myself to speak to him. Besides, the argument from this morning still echoed in my mind.

The car slowed to a stop in front of the entrance. I reached for the door handle without another word, ignoring the heat that radiated from him beside me.

"Jihyo—"

"Thanks for the ride," I cut him off, stepping out of the car before he could say anything else.

As I walked away, I could feel the cold evening air biting at my skin. I hadn't realized how chilly it was until I reached the emergency room entrance and noticed the prickling of goosebumps along my arms.

"Unnie!" Hyekyo called, rushing over to me the second she saw me. "Wait, what happened? Why aren't you wearing a coat? It's freezing outside."

I just sighed. The answer hit me the moment I heard Hyekyo point it out. My coat and my phone were still in Insung's car. Great.

"It's fine. I just... left it." I muttered, not wanting to explain any more.

Hyekyo frowned, her eyes narrowing. "Left it? At Yejin's?"

I swallowed hard, unable to meet her gaze. "No, Insung gave me a ride," I finally admitted.

Her eyes widened slightly, the confusion clear on her face. "You were with Insung?" I just nodded. "Well, that's not impossible now that you own most of the shares in their company. You were all over the news earlier!"

I let her words wash over me, not responding. I didn't have the energy to explain the tangled mess I went through this day or argue with her. Instead, I turned my heel and headed back toward the entrance.

"I'll be back," I muttered. "I'll just check if he's still outside."

But before I could take more than a few steps, I felt a familiar presence in front of me. My heart skipped a beat as I saw him—Insung, standing right by the entrance, holding my coat and phone in his hands.

Without a word, I stepped forward and reached for my things, my fingers brushing against his. "Thanks," I muttered, not meeting his eyes. I turned to walk away, but before I could take a single step, I felt his hand close around my wrist, gently but firmly stopping me from walking away.

"Wait."

I didn't turn around, but I didn't pull away either, though I feel like I'm hanging on a thread pulled too tight, ready to snap at any moment. "What is it?" I asked. "Do you want to say something?"

For a long moment, there was nothing but silence. I could feel his gaze on me, I could feel the weight of whatever he was holding back. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him glance at the phone in his hand—my phone, still clutched in his hand.

But he shook his head, his grip on my wrist loosening. "It's nothing," he said quietly, finally letting go.

I turned to face him, my heart pounding as I searched his face for any sign of what he was thinking. But I found nothing.