The Secret Organization のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

[Can we meet tonight?] The message Celine has sent to Seungcheol was received and seen. Three minutes have passed. She checked her phone from time to time but there's still no sign of any reply. Knowing his personality, Celine guessed that it could be because he's busy in work. Yet she can't help but to feel distress over a simple matter. She loosened her grip on her phone and rested the back of her hands on her lap. A sigh slipped from her lips before she looked outside the window and adored the sunset. It came as a settled heart to the horizon, as if the sky itself could speak of love. The orange fold stretches far and wide, like fire and tangerines. She rested her forehead on the windowsill, allowing the little bump of the glass and her head as the car moves, and let the warm caresses her skin. Celine felt feverish as the dawn's light dazzled on her face, but she was energized. It's even funny when she thought that the sunlight would give her the vitamin D when it

I had a plan of meeting Joshua so I could share the information about Junhui's attendant, Hoshi. But because the Wen's heir came to me and asked to hide his subordinate's identity, that plan was put down. So instead of meeting Joshua, I decided to see Seungcheol with the only purpose of talking about Almond. Sure, I can also talk about this to Joshua. But among them, I wanted to discuss the situation to Seungcheol first, since he is the reason why Almond went so mad after knowing the truth. I took a deep breath while standing in front of my old apartment's door. Minghao reassured that he'll stay at the parking lot and told me that I can take my time. Even so, it's not polite to keep him waiting, therefore I'll make it quick. I prepared myself enough so that if I see Seungcheol's face, I can suppress the feeling of longing to hold him again. To be honest, it is hard to move on from the memories of the night we passionately shared together. I am, actually, looking forward for

Thankfully, Celine can change her undergarments because they are at her old apartment. Seungcheol has his pants and he can go even if he feels a little sticky underneath. After fixing themselves, they were ready to come out. They exceeded the 30 minutes promise they made with Minghao but it's okay. A little minute won't hurt. As they were walking towards the door, Seungcheol's phone rings. He wondered if it is Minghao who fell bored while waiting but when he saw the name on the phone screen, he found out that it isn't who he expected. Celine saw his agitated expression, the furrowing of his brows and the pursing of his lips. Though she's dying to know who's the reason behind his flurry, Celine quietly waited on the side. "Joshua is calling," Seungcheol finally shared. For Celine, who still has an unfinished business with Joshua since the night he kissed her, there's a reason to feel unsettle. But she can't guess why Seungcheol made that reaction, unless he fo

After the nosy landlady of the apartment building left, Joshua, Celine, Jeonghan and Seungcheol sat altogether around the sofa set. Minghao stood behind Celine while Eugene positioned himself near Joshua's solo couch. Somehow, they can't start the emergency meeting because of this certain person —the one who pretended to be a gay and even brought the other men with his antics. Three pairs of eyes glared at Eugene. Joshua is sitting against him so he cannot see his expression; however, Eugene is sure that Joshua shares the same sentiment with the others. So even if no one is asking, he began to explain himself, "I am sorry, everyone." Silence was dead dropped. Though he harshly received their cold reactions, he still continued: "I just thought that it would be bad if miss Celine's neighbors started to spread rumors about her. So playing gay is the only excuse that went in my mind at that moment. Ha ha ha ha ha~" Seeing that no one responded at his expl

The bright morning sunshine greeted my exhausted face. When the dew dropped from a leaf, so did my sweat from my chin. I hardly had any sleep and my body felt so heavy. However, I couldn't use more excuse to postpone my training. Last week, I miraculously shot and dug a knife into the wood target. Therefore, the next days, which includes today, brother Wonwoo always force me to get up early in the morning to continue our practice. We started with stretching and then a little run around the mansion. If it is the old me, I'll probably rain him with complaints; saying that I couldn't take a single step anymore. However, my stamina seems getting stronger as the days go by. "2 out of 50? That's awful," said by my stern teacher. He's laughing at the side while watching me catch my breath. I am aware that I did throw a lot but I am too tired to even bother counting, not knowing that Wonwoo is meticulously doing the job for me. 'So I only got 2 out of 50 throws?'