“Cough! Cough! Cough!”

“O-Oppa, are you okay?” Jung Ha-Yan asked.

“Cough!”

“O-Oppa!” exclaimed Jung Ha-Yan.

“Cough! Cough!”

Jo Hye-Jin’s question made me choke on my own spit, and the constant coughing was hurting my chest. Jung Ha-Yan looked worried. She definitely thought that there was something wrong with my health, and she looked as if she was about to call a priest, so I quickly raised my hand to stop her.

“I’m fine. I just choked on my own spit—Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!”

“S-Should I bring you some water?” she asked.

“It’s fine. I’m going inside, anyway…” I declined.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, no need to worry. I really just choked on my own spit,” I repeated.

“S-Still…”

“I’m fine.”

I was done coughing, but I couldn’t understand what she was talking about.

‘What kind of bullshit is she talking about?’

I was sure that Jo Hye-Jin was misunderstanding something and was imagining all sorts of things. Her remark made my heart pound, even though I wanted to tell her that what she just said was absurd.

Jo Hye-Jin looked depressed while waiting outside.

Of course, I had an idea of what was going on.

Kim Hyun-Sung had probably told her that he would head over to the Rift Inn by himself.

The nervous Jo Hye-Jin was waiting...