The atmosphere was tense like I was being held at sword point.
You know that scene in old royal dramas where the king's court is deciding whether you should be executed for stealing a loaf of bread? Yeah. That was me. Except replace the bread with Mr. Jeon-related gossip and the court with my nosy friends.
I wiped the sweat from my mouth and forehead before daring to look at the duo in front of me.
In-young and Jin-ho stood there like two detectives about to crack a high-profile case. Arms crossed. Eyebrows knitted. Their faces screamed: How dare you try to steal the podium from the White House?
Like—hello?!? How is it my fault that my pictures with Mr. Jeon went viral?!
And why are they acting like it's our leaked honeymoon video or something?!
From across the room, I could practically hear random voices from the internet gossip boards:
"Is that Jeon Corporation's CEO?!"
"Yeah, that's Jeon Jaehyuk."
"He's so hot."
"Never seen him before. Sure it's him?"
