PARK SEOHAM almost dove into the floor when he thought Joo Woori was about to drop the apple in her hand.
Thankfully, that didn't happen.
However, she still looked distracted.
"Yah, stop," Park Seoham said, gently grabbing Joo Woori by the wrist. To be precise, he grabbed the hand that held the knife. "You can't get distracted when you're holding a knife."
It just so happened that she was peeling apples in the living room while the two of them were watching TV.
He couldn't understand what was interesting in the news that got her distracted, though.
"Joo Woori, are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Joo Woori answered while nodding. "Sorry. I got distracted for a bit."
"What's so interesting about the news that got you distracted?"
"Uh, he's handsome?"
"Who?"
Joo Woori pointed at the TV screen. "That chaebol oppa."
Park Seoham raised his eyebrow, glancing at the TV screen.
The news featured the youngest son of Taegun Group— a man who was probably just a bit older than them.
