Please be my wife for just one year.

EP.11

A few days later.

It was the day of the charity bazaar hosted by the SH Group.

Not only employees of its affiliates but also representatives from several partner companies attended the event.

Yeoju, Seongho’s wife, also had to attend.

When Yeoju arrived at the venue, she was wearing a light cream-colored dress.

Dressed up a little more than usual, she naturally drew the employees’ attention.

“You really are beautiful, miss.”

“You look so good with the CEO.”

As the compliments kept coming, Yeoju grew shy and did nothing but smile again and again.

From a little distance away, Seongho watched her with an expressionless face, but his eyes kept following her.


---

About an hour after the event began.

Seongho was talking with the heads of business partners.

Then it happened.

A large decorative piece installed on the ceiling of the venue began to sway slightly.

At first, no one noticed.

But when one of the fasteners came loose, the heavy steel frame slowly began to tilt.

Beneath it...

Yeoju was there.

She was talking with an employee and hadn’t looked up at all.

Seongho’s eyes shook violently as he saw the scene from afar.

Seongho “...Kim Yeoju!”

His voice echoed through the venue.

At the sudden shout, Yeoju looked up.

But it was already too late.

The iron decoration had already started to fall straight down.

In an instant.

Seongho ran without a second to think.

Thwack!

With all his strength, he yanked Yeoju’s wrist.

Yeoju “Eek!”

Losing their balance, the two of them fell straight to the floor.

Crash!!

Behind them, with a huge noise, the decoration slammed onto the floor.

The venue was thrown into chaos in an instant.

“Is anyone hurt?”

“Call 911!”

“Please step aside!”

Amid the noisy voices, Yeoju kept her eyes shut and gasped for breath.

A few seconds later.

When she carefully opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was...

Seongho, holding her in his arms.

At the moment they fell, Seongho had completely covered her with his own body, shielding her from the impact.

Their faces were close enough that not even a hand could fit between them.

Rough breaths brushed against each other.

Yeoju “...D-Director.”

Seongho didn’t answer.

He just looked her over from head to toe.

Her head.

Arms.

Legs.

As if checking whether she was hurt anywhere.

Only after a few seconds did he finally speak.

Seongho “...Are you hurt?”

His voice was much lower than usual, and faintly trembling.

Yeoju nodded with a dazed look.

Yeoju “...No.”

Hearing that, Seongho let out a long breath.

As if he was only now relieved.


---

The employees rushed over in a hurry.

Manager Kim “Director! Are you all right?”

Seongho slowly got to his feet.

At that moment.

“Director! There’s blood on your arm...”

Yeoju’s eyes widened.

The sleeve of Seongho’s right arm was ripped long, and red blood was slowly trickling down.

He had been scratched when he brushed against fragments of the decoration earlier.

Yeoju “...Blood!”

Only then did Seongho look down at his own arm.

Seongho “...It’s fine.”

Yeoju “What do you mean, it’s fine!”

For the first time, Yeoju’s voice rose.

She hurriedly took a first-aid kit from an employee.

One corner of the venue.

Seongho was sitting in a chair, and Yeoju crouched in front of him, carefully disinfecting the wound.

When the medicine touched it, Seongho’s eyebrow twitched just slightly.

Seeing that, Yeoju said softly.

Yeoju “...Does it hurt?”

Seongho “...It’s fine.”

Yeoju “There you go saying it’s fine again.”

“...”

“You’re not fine at all, but you always say you are.”

Seongho silently looked at her.

Normally, he would have said, “I’m really fine.”

But for some reason, the words wouldn’t come out now.

As Yeoju carefully wrapped the bandage, she muttered.

Yeoju “...I was really shocked.”

“...”

“If you hadn’t come...”

In the end, she couldn’t finish the sentence.

Her fingertips were trembling slightly.

Seeing that, Seongho unconsciously reached out his left hand.

And very carefully.

He covered the back of her hand with his.

Yeoju’s movements stopped.

Their eyes met.

Seongho “...I’m glad.”

“...”

“You’re safe.”

A short sentence.

But it carried more sincerity than any long speech could have.

Yeoju felt her chest grow tight.

Slowly, she took his hand in hers.

This time, it wasn’t an act.

It wasn’t something meant to be shown to the reporters, either.

As if simply confirming each other’s warmth, they didn’t let go for a moment.

At that moment.

Neither of them said it out loud, but they were thinking the same thing.

'I hope this person never gets hurt.'