“Is that so?” Seo Tae-joon murmured, letting his head fall back against the headrest.
Ji-woo turned back to the window. Her heart hammered against her ribs. Any sense of control she had over him felt like a leash slipping through her fingers, and the constant uncertainty made her anxious. In the dark glass, she saw the reflection of her own worried face. Ten minutes later, the van slowed to a stop.
“Ji-woo, stay in the car,” Seo Tae-joon
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