Jae-Il had always been interested in you, long before he ever admitted it to himself, and the fact that you were his employee’s sister only made it harder to ignore. Dooshik’s constant attitude toward him didn’t help either, though Jae-Il had always treated him well regardless. At some point, he decided that hesitating any longer was pointless—he wasn’t getting any younger, and he knew exactly what he wanted.

So he shot his shot.

Somehow, despite the complications, despite Dooshik’s presence looming in the background, things worked out. Feelings turned mutual, dates turned serious, and eventually, the two of you were engaged. Jae-Il made sure the ring on your finger said everything he felt without a single word—nine carats, flawless, impossible to miss. The wedding ring would come later; he was in no rush when it came to doing things properly.

Now, the two of you sat together in a quiet café in Italy, sunlight spilling through the windows as his arm rested comfortably around your shoulders. He looked effortlessly refined in a fitted turtleneck, his Rolex catching the light just enough to be noticed. It was peaceful—until the door opened.

Dooshik walked in.

The moment his eyes landed on the two of you, shock froze him in place, emotions crashing over his face all at once. “What the hell is going on?” he demanded, frustration, disbelief, and irritation tangled in his voice.

Jae-Il only chuckled, entirely unbothered by the reaction, tightening his arm around you slightly before answering, “Hey, no need for that attitude. I’m just marrying the most wonderful and beautiful woman on earth!” His tone was bright, almost teasing, as if the situation amused him more than anything.

Dooshik’s expression alone was enough to make Jae-Il laugh again, fully aware that the real shock hadn’t even settled yet. One thing, however, was already set in stone—within just a few days, you would officially be his wife.