Bound by a Ruthless Contract - Chapter 18
“If Mr. Kwon Si-heon draws up a contract, I won’t have to receive such cold… fxxxing awful treatment.”
Oh ho.
Watching this woman elegantly roll such crude words off her tongue with her dignified face and calm tone…
The place where his blood had rushed began to throb.
‘This is dangerous.’
He had no intention of playing at love anyway.
They each had what the other wanted, and they’d agreed to exchange it.
Why not just enjoy it?
If she ran her mouth carelessly… he’d just deal with it then.
“Let’s draw it up. The contract.”
At his words, Ga-eun internally breathed a sigh of relief.
Watching Kwon Si-heon seriously check his watch worth as much as a midsize car, Ga-eun gripped her bag handle, preparing to stand.
Right, someone who stood so high that Yang Si-mon appeared as a dot must be busy even on holidays like today.
Then she realized she hadn’t gotten his contact information.
“If it’s not too forward…”
His gaze shifted to where the gentle voice came from.
“Could I have your business card? Since I don’t have your contact information. I’ll give you mine too.”
Ga-eun took out her business card holder from her bag and handed over a neat white card.
[Jane Art Gallery Lead Curator Gye Ga-eun]
“Curator.”
“Just… managing a small art gallery my mother owns.”
Though Lead Curator sounded like an impressive title, it was just an empty shell.
Her job consisted solely of mechanically handling whatever Woo Ji-hyang ordered, merely serving as a presentable face to show publicly in place of her less attractive daughter.
“Sorry, but I don’t have my card with me.”
“Ah, I see. Then when Mr. Kwon Si-heon contacts me…”
“I might have some upstairs.”
Upstairs?
When Ga-eun questioned with her eyes, Si-heon’s gaze took on a somewhat suggestive gleam.
“The suite where we were together a week ago is my private room.”
Suite.
When Ga-eun’s gaze, maintaining its facade of coolness, met Si-heon’s perpetually smoldering one.
Sparks flew instantly.
The temperature in both their eyes began rising to the same point.
‘This shouldn’t be happening.’
Even knowing she shouldn’t, Ga-eun couldn’t tear her gaze away from Si-heon.
She knew well how large, broad, and firm his body was beneath that suit, under that exquisitely sculpted face.
Those large hands that had firmly supported her waist, the strength in those arms that had lifted her as easily as a child, those solid legs that hadn’t wavered even while holding her up.
His high body temperature.
His lips, which had been even hotter.
Memories of that night came flooding back like a broken dam – how she had clung to this man who seemed made entirely of burning heat points, swaying and undulating like waves.
The rushing memories began to warm her body.
When she’d been in Kwon Si-heon’s embrace.
She had been deeply satisfied that she didn’t have to feel like she was alone in the world.
Enough to regret that it had been just a one-time encounter.
‘This relationship is just a contract anyway. There were no emotions from the start.’
Why not just enjoy it?
Thinking of it as an escape that would let her forget this reality.
Ga-eun firmly gripped her bag.
Then, maintaining a deliberately casual face, she said:
“What’s the point of making a contract if we can’t even exchange business cards?”
“…Ha.”
Kwon Si-heon muttered something in a low voice with a dangerous expression.
It seemed to be a curse, but Ga-eun pretended not to hear.
However, since she hadn’t actually failed to hear it, she couldn’t prevent her earlobes and cheeks from reddening.
Because most of the crude curses had been expressions of intense desire and excitement directed at her.
“Last digits of your phone number.”
“What? Oh, it’s on the business card.”
When Kwon Si-heon just stared at her without answering, Ga-eun remembered how he hated repeating himself and spoke:
“It’s 5…”
Si-heon nodded, murmuring “Five.”
“Why?”
“It’s just the right number.”
