My Pretty Husband의 모든 챕터: 챕터 151 - 챕터 160

I turn back to the pan, determined not to let him see how red my face must be right now. “For your information, I do not burn breakfast. I happen to be an excellent cook.”“Really?” His voice drips with doubt, the kind that makes me want to throw the spatula at him. “Then prove it.”I shoot him a glare over my shoulder. “Fine. Sit down and wait like a good boy.”He laughs — actually laughs — and moves to the dining table, resting his chin on one hand as he watches me. The nerve. He looks like he’s enjoying some private show, and unfortunately, I’m the show. I focus on the eggs sizzling in the pan, trying not to think about how he’s staring at me. Bread goes into the toaster. Butter, jam, easy. Keep it simple.A few minutes later, I set a plate in front of him: scrambled eggs, toast, and a glass of juice. “There. Not burnt. Eat.” Baekhoon studies the plate, then looks up at me with those sharp, unreadable eyes. My stomach knots as he picks up the fork, takes one slow bite… then another.

Baekhoon rises from his chair without warning, the smooth scrape of leather echoing in the quiet office. My breath stills as he rounds the desk, his steps unhurried yet purposeful, until he stops right in front of me. From this close, the faint scent of his cologne washes over me, steady and grounding. He crouches slightly, leveling his eyes with mine. His gaze isn’t sharp anymore — it’s gentle, almost disarming.“Yongju,” he said softly, “don’t hide your storms from me. If you’re hurt, I want to know. If someone crosses you, I want to know that too.”My throat tightens. His words are so simple, but they sink into places I didn’t even realize were aching. I look away, blinking rapidly. “You make it sound like I’m fragile.”He lets out a quiet laugh, low and warm. “No. You’re anything but fragile. You walked in here like steel.” His hand hovers for a second before finally resting lightly on my shoulder. “But even steel deserves someone to lean on.”For a moment, the world outside ceases

I stand and reach for my bag. Baekhoon stretches his hand out toward me, his lips curling into a soft smile. Almost as if hypnotized, I place my hand in his palm. He wraps his fingers around mine, firm and warm, and just like that, he leads me out of the restaurant — our hands intertwined.“Wanna stop by Lotte World?” Baekhoon asked, his voice tinged with playful enthusiasm.“Home,” I replied curtly.“Alright.” He doesn’t protest. Instead, Baekhoon walks me to the car and, like a true gentleman, opens the door for me. For a brief moment, I feel like royalty stepping into a carriage, not just an ordinary woman climbing into a car. The way he treats me — so attentive, so gentle — makes me feel undeniably cherished.Am I happy? Absolutely. And yet… something heavy still sits in my chest. We are supposed to continue our date at Lotte World. That’s the plan. But because I say I want to go home, the rest of our outing gets cut short. Our “date” turns into nothing more than a simple lunch. Wo

Then suddenly, his lips curve — not into a smile, but into a mocking imitation. “Yeah, OPPA, what’s up? Ahahaha, I miss you too, OPPA. Donghwa OPPA. OPPA. OPPA!” he said, mimicking my voice from earlier in the car. His pitch is high, exaggerated, almost ridiculous, yet his eyes are sharp and filled with annoyance. I scowl at him, heat rushing to my cheeks in irritation. I don’t even sound like that! Why is he twisting it, making it sound so silly and infuriating?“You’re practically glowing,” Baekhoon continued, his voice rising slightly. “Calling someone else ‘O~PPA’ with that kind of excitement. Sitting right there, in front of me, and talking so casually with him. In. Front. Of. Me. Do you even realize what you’re doing?” His words, sharp like blades, slice through me.The frustration I feel seconds ago drains away, replaced by a heavy weight in my chest. My gaze drops, and my shoulders slump. Baekhoon isn’t just annoyed. He’s angry. Really angry. The kind of anger that makes his ey

Baekhoon pulls the car smoothly into the basement, the low purr of the engine echoing through the vast underground lot. The air is cool, tinged faintly with the scent of polished metal and fresh concrete. When I tilt my head back, the enormity of the HK Group headquarters looms above us — even from here, its presence is overwhelming.It doesn’t simply stand tall. It commands. A fortress of glass and steel stretching into the clouds, reflecting the sunlight like a blade drawn from its sheath. Compared to this, JJ Group — my family’s company — feels painfully small. Insignificant, almost. Just a modest business struggling to stand upright, while Baekhoon’s empire reigns over the skyline.I’ve only heard about a handful of the subsidiaries under HK Group, yet each of them is massive in its own right. And he oversees them all. Thousands of employees, thousands of moving parts, and still, everything flows as if tethered to his will. It makes me realize just how powerful he is — not only as