We decided not to cross the line.

Episode 89. Suspicion

After another long flight,

I arrived in Paris.




Julien, as always, greeted me

with a bright smile,

and we walked toward where his car was parked.





"You must be tired,

let me take your bag."





The moment I heard Julie say that,

I was reminded of what Miguel had done before.





"Pfft..."





"Why are you laughing? Give me the bag.

If your shoulder is heavy, your body gets even more tired."




"A while ago, Miguel

said he’d learned that Korean men carry women’s bags for them,

and asked to carry mine,

so that just reminded me...

The bag is fine.

I’m not really into men carrying women’s bags."

"Oh? So Miguel was flirting...





Is it okay if I keep going to Miguel’s cafe to work on him?"

Julien said with a laugh.




His smile always puts people at ease.

"I booked a hotel near the apartment.




Go there and rest a bit.

You look really tired."

"Ah... I didn’t think of that.




I should’ve taken care of it in advance... Sorry.

You even took care of my work like this...

When do you get to see your parents?"

"What’s the rush?




Go get some rest.

I’ll go to the hotel this evening.

My parents went out because they had plans with acquaintances.

Actually, whenever they come to Paris,

they say they’re coming to see me,

but between meeting friends and traveling around,

they seem busier than I am."

Julien took care of the check-in for me




and even led me to the room.

"Rest up. I’ll come around 6.




Oh, and this.

In case Junga-ssi got hungry,

I brought sandwiches and coffee in a tumbler.

Wash up, and if you’re hungry, eat it.

And have dinner with me later."

"...Thanks..."





My heart warmed at his considerate kindness.




After I finished showering,




I eased my hunger with the sandwich and coffee he’d brought,

then fell asleep without realizing it.

When I woke up, it was already past 5 PM.

I hurried to get ready to go out.





About 5 minutes before 6,


I opened the door at a knock.

Julien was standing in front of the door.

"Did you rest a bit?




You look less tired than before."

"Much better.




Shall we go?"

"Is it okay if we go to my place?




I was thinking of a place where we could talk comfortably,

and I figured home would be best.

Let’s get dinner to go on the way."

"Sounds good.





But Julie, is something wrong?"

I could sense unease on Julien’s face.





"No. Nothing’s wrong...





I’ve just been getting a lot of nagging from my parents lately,

so I might look that way because I’m tired."

He finished speaking, then gave a weak, dry laugh.


When we arrived at his place,




he transferred the sushi we’d brought for dinner

onto plates.

Unlike when we met at the airport,





he was less talkative,

and somehow the atmosphere had changed.

We sat across from each other at the table.




As usual, he silently took care of each thing one by one—

the chopsticks, napkins,

and even a glass of water.




Maybe because I felt guilty after seeing Hunji-ssi,

I felt an inexplicable unease from him.




After we finished eating,

Julien said that since it was evening, warm tea would be nice,

and brewed some chamomile tea and set it in front of me.




I watched his actions in silence,

waiting for him to speak first.




At last,

after taking a sip of tea, he opened his mouth.





"Your ex-boyfriend... is he maybe the actor Park Hunji?"




Caught off guard by the unexpected question, I was at a loss for words

and could only stare at him.





He didn’t rush me,

and waited quietly for my answer.





Only after quite a while

did I finally speak.




"How... did you know?"




"Back when I was with you before,

that person called you once, remember?

I heard you say his name.

It was a little unusual, so it stuck in my memory.

After I got the call saying you were in Korea,

I happened to see an article on a Korean site saying that actor had been injured while filming.

Thinking about it, the time you went to Korea
 
and the time that actor got hurt

seemed to line up.

And when you spoke with me, you never ended up saying what happened,

which kept bothering me.

I kept doubting it...

Actually... yesterday I called back the number

you used to call me from, Junga-ssi.

I knew I shouldn’t have... but I’m sorry."

"If I pretend nothing ever happened...






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