He bit his lip, weighing the thought.
That slow loris anthropomorph still hadn’t said a word—but even so, Wooheon was hesitating to cut Yueul loose.
‘Why the hell not?’
He wanted to tell himself ‘I don’t know.’
But that wasn’t true.
Deep inside, Wooheon knew very well why he couldn’t just fire that damn weasel and cut him off from his life.
Their bodies were perfectly in sync.
And whatever this so-called mating instinct of his was, it responded to Yueul.
Just holding him eased any kind of pressure and stress that was mounting in his mind—even without sex.
It made more sense to keep him around—especially with the future in mind.
If possible, he wanted to bring Yueul along when he inherited his father’s position at KL Group.
There’d be more stress then—far more—and he wouldn’t be able to vent it through sex.
He couldn’t trust the partners he’d had until now.
They were fine for now—but once he took over, who knew what they’d try?
