“It’s part of my job to protect my partner. Especially when that partner sees the world through rose-colored glasses and trusts people far too easily.”
Yueul blinked, a mix of confusion and frustration crossing his face.
He’d just helped catch a Wan-In Sect member last night, and now he needed protection?
But Wooheon didn’t care if Yueul understood or not.
He gripped his shoulder firmly and kept scanning their surroundings until he’d safely gotten him into the car—only relaxing once he was certain the old couple wasn’t going to take him.
It was only after they were seated that Wooheon realized how ridiculous he’d acted.
But the feeling didn’t last long.
He clenched his jaw, remembering the old couple’s words about keeping the weasel.
“The traffic’ll be rough heading up.”
“Ah, probably, yeah.”
“You don’t have to stay up for me. Just rest.”
‘Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?’
Yueul didn’t have to do anything but sit still.
