Divorce in Bed Chapter 13

On the other hand, Yeohwi tilted his head innocently, as if he harbored no ill will at all.

“Indeed, even if you wanted to find a young marriage partner like me, Hyung-nim, it probably wouldn’t work out well. After all, the conditions are just too different, aren’t they? I heard that Great Uncle Do Jingyu takes care of everything for you… Hmm, I wonder if that makes you the one who is a little more of a stupid kid.”

“You… you parasitic insect-like brat, how dare you say that to who!”

Losing his reason, Do Jinsang could not contain his rage and threw his champagne glass at Yeohwi.

Dowon nimbly pulled Yeohwi away to ensure he wasn’t hit by the glass. However, Yeohwi had no intention of ending the show here.

As a rule, a fight was a game that only ended when you thoroughly stepped on your opponent until they couldn’t stand up at all.

Clatter!

He intentionally shook off Dowon and stepped forward to take the hit to his head. The colliding champagne glass shattered, fragments grazing Yeohwi’s face, and the spilled alcohol soaked into his white suit, creating a conspicuous stain.

At that moment, Yeohwi staggered and collapsed.

The music stopped.

Every eye in the party hall focused on them at once.

Yeohwi carried out his role with a terrifying intensity, like someone possessed.

“Ugh, it hurts…”

A trophy husband?

An innocent kid who knows nothing?

Then, what did that make a bastard like Do Jinsang who bullies such a child?

Do Jinsang was huffing and puffing, unable to overcome his anger. Yeohwi looked down at his wet clothes with a shocked expression. He felt the cut on his cheek with trembling hands, staging it so the red blood was clearly visible to the people.

“Mister Dowon… hic, I’m scared…!”

“Are you okay? You’re hurt.”

Frowning, Dowon knelt on one knee in front of Yeohwi and took out a pocket square to wipe the blood from his face.

“That person suddenly…”

Yeohwi grabbed Dowon’s arm, trembling with a voice that sounded perfectly terrified. Dowon’s expression distorted further.

“I know.”

The commotion grew louder. A crowd of people coming to see what was happening swarmed in, forming a circle around the three of them.

Do Jingyu, surprised by the unexpected turn of events, also approached them. Just as he was about to grab Do Jinsang’s arm and ask what was going on, Dowon raised his head.

His chilling gaze was directed not at Do Jinsang, but at his uncle, Do Jingyu.

“Uncle, you need to apologize.”

“What…?”

Do Jingyu’s face hardened. Do Jinsang was equally flustered.

“To my spouse, and to the guests of honor whose party you have likely ruined.”

“What does that mean… Jinsang, what on earth have you done?”

As if to provide the answer, Dowon looked at Do Jinsang and continued.

“Uncle, you are the face of the KD Group. Can that face afford not to strictly discipline a son who has ruined the group’s most important event?”

Do Jinsang shook his head with bloodshot eyes as if it were unfair. He glared at Yeohwi, who was fallen on the floor, in disbelief.

“It’s a trick, it’s a trick, Father! Dowon, you bastard, who are you trying to frame…! I’m the one who should get an apology. Get that ill-mannered brat up right now…!”

However, the more Do Jinsang screamed, the uglier he appeared. A man in his mid-thirties screaming at a twenty-year-old with peach fuzz. It was a game he practically could not win.

Sighing, Dowon turned his head toward the board of directors and the investors.

“Everyone, I am sorry for alarming you. It seems my cousin hyung is not yet… prepared to appear in a public setting. He is a bit immature, but my uncle will surely educate him carefully once again.”

It was a perfect strike.

Not prepared to appear in a public setting. In other words: disqualified as a manager.

Uncle will educate him carefully. In other words: failure of family upbringing.

Do Jingyu was driven into a corner where he was publicly shamed and forced to apologize because of the disturbance caused by his own son. He could not just keep his mouth shut and hold his dignified head high in this situation.

“…It seems there was a bit of a prank between the kids. Aren’t they all full of vigor when they’re young? Haha… I am ashamed to have shown you such an unseemly sight.”

He had obtained what he intended.

Finally, Dowon firmly wrapped his arm around Yeohwi’s shoulder and helped him up. Then, he walked out of the party hall with him with dignity.

“We’ll take our leave.”

As they moved away from the banquet hall, Yeohwi whispered into Dowon’s ear at a volume only he could hear.

“I did well, right?”

“…”

Dowon did not affirm. However, he did not deny it either.

Seong Yeohwi—piercing the opponent’s vital point with a clear face and calculated actions.

Thanks to his sudden behavior, the Do Jingyu father-son duo were branded as low-class thugs, while Dowon solidified his image as a rational next-generation leader who distinguishes between public and private matters and clearly protects his own people.

And Yeohwi himself, by having Dowon publicly protect him and show a harmonious marital relationship, was imprinted on everyone as Dowon’s sole partner.

‧₊˚🍊༉‧₊˚.

Leaving behind the intense heat of the party hall and coming out into the cold night air, the shirt soaked in champagne quickly turned cold. Even after getting into the car with Dowon, a suffocating silence continued.

In the air where the adrenaline was cooling down, a strange tension lingered.

Seong Yeohwi clenched his fists, trying to ignore the unpleasant sensation of the suit touching his body.

The sense of victory he felt at the party. The exhilaration of perfectly screwing over Do Jinsang. And…

He stole a glance at Dowon in the seat next to him.

Unlike Yeohwi, who was soaking wet and had a cut on his face, Dowon was exactly as he had been in his tuxedo at the start, looking out the window without a single movement.

Yeohwi reflexively hunched his shoulders. Perhaps because of the wet shirt sticking to his skin, he felt a chilly shiver. He tried not to let it show, but he couldn’t hide the slight trembling.

‘Gosh, it’s cold…’

Should he ask him to turn on the heater?

It was the moment Yeohwi was debating it.

Swish.

Along with a black object filling his vision, a heavy warmth covered his shoulders.

Dowon had taken off his tuxedo jacket and tossed it to him.

Yeohwi’s eyes widened in surprise. The scent of cedarwood wafted strongly from the jacket.

He wasn’t acting like he was doing a favor, nor was he acting worried. Dowon continued to stare out the window without saying a word.

“A-Are you taking care of me right now?”

An impressed Yeohwi asked. He couldn’t suppress the overwhelming emotion.

“It’ll be noisy if you catch a cold.”

“So, you gave it to me because you’re worried I might catch a cold.”

“Stop chattering and just cover yourself.”

Yeohwi grinned and gripped the jacket tightly.

His body scent mixed with the sweet scent of champagne, paralyzing Yeohwi’s rational judgment. How should he put it—he felt like he could do anything today. A sense of omnipotence, as if he had become invincible, surged through him.

His heart was already beating like crazy, but as soon as they arrived at the mansion, he heard these words this time.

“Don’t go wandering around looking like that. Go wash up.”

“Ah… yes!”

Worry—this was definitely him worrying about me, right?

It must be, right? Yeah? That’s what it is, right?

Yeohwi headed straight for the bathroom, clutching Dowon’s jacket tightly as if someone might take it away. Before going inside, he stopped in the powder room and secretly hugged the jacket to his chest.

‘It smells good. I wonder if it feels like this to hug Mister Dowon.’

Born with a naturally good sense of smell, Yeohwi fully savored his scent, which was cool and bitter yet deep. Beneath the smoky layers, he could sense a heavy woodiness and a scent like moist dew as if it had been rained on.

He stood there hugging the jacket and being completely immersed in it for a long time before he finally snapped out of it.

‘Wh-What on earth am I doing.’

Isn’t it a bit creepy to be sniffing someone else’s clothes like this and falling into ecstasy? He felt a bit like a stalker.

‘I’m sorry, Mister Dowon. I did wrong.’

Feeling needlessly guilty, Yeohwi glanced toward the empty hallway to check his surroundings and then folded the jacket neatly and set it down. He refolded it because the creases weren’t right, and then adjusted it again; after three attempts, he was able to fold the clothes into a perfect shape that resembled Dowon.

Only then, satisfied, did Yeohwi begin to prepare to wash.

He saw the deep stains remaining on the white suit, which was completely soaked in champagne. The shirt was sticking clammily from the nape of his neck to his upper chest. He felt he needed to wash quickly.

First, he took off the jacket and tie and put them in the laundry net, and now it was time to take off the shirt. However.

“Huh?”

How do you undo this?

The problem was the cufflinks on the sleeves, which he was wearing for the first time in his life.

He tried to undo the complicated-looking pieces of metal, but they only slipped and wouldn’t budge. He just had to turn the toggle—the tail part—to pass it through the shirt hole, but Yeohwi didn’t know that method.

“Ah, seriously… what is this.”

It was the moment Yeohwi was grunting and getting annoyed while holding his wet sleeve.

The bathroom door opened without a sound.