Thankfully, his grip on reality returned.
The moment Yueul embraced him from behind, the anxiety melted away like it had never even been there in the first place.
“I’ll be in position by nine. I’ll make sure to take cover and wait.”
“Okay. Good.”
“Could you let go of me now?”
Wooheon glanced down at the arm still wrapped around him.
Yueul moved to pull away, but Wooheon suddenly grabbed his wrist.
“...Mr. Kang?”
“No. Forget it... Just stay with me a little longer.”
“...Pardon?”
“It’s the mating instinct. That’s all it is, nothing else.”
“O-oh. Got it.”
They stood still in the yard.
It must have looked ridiculous.
Wooheon knew it.
If his father saw them like this, he’d scoff—asking if they were here to chase down the Wan-In Sect or just goof around with some workplace romance.
But if he let go of Yueul now, he knew the anxiety would come crashing back.
He could already see himself pacing the yard, furious and helpless, until he collapsed.
It wasn’t his fault.
