At the End of That Memory

Chapter 9

It was Friday morning. It began to rain heavily, as not mentioned by the weather forecast. It might be because the humidity in the air had increased, but it was a day when Kwon Yido’s pheromones were particularly vivid. The heavy and mellow pheromone stuck to my skin densely even while I was eating breakfast.

“I might be a little late today.”

Kwon Yido stood in front of the front door again today, dressed perfectly and ready to go to work. The suit, made of dark gray fabric with a high waistline, went very well with the bluish tie. Even the slightly frowning appearance of his beautiful eyes looked like a well-taken pictorial.

“Just in case, I ordered for the second floor to remain empty and you can call me if anything happens.”

“…?”

Why the second floor? I wanted to ask that, but there was something I had to say first. It was something I had been thinking about saying for the past few days, but couldn’t say.

“I don’t even know your number.”

I don’t know Kwon Yido’s number. He told me to contact him, but I had no means of doing so. Earlier, he once informed Chief Kim that he would send a car but after that, we ended up staying at the same place. The employee might know or not, but even if I asked them his number, wouldn’t it look strange?

“You don’t know my number? It can’t be…”

Even after saying his words, he hesitated for a moment. He flinched, and his frowning face was filled with a look of regret.

“…I guess it can.”

It was not even a skit, but I wondered what on earth to do. As I chuckled, Kwon Yido’s expression softened. He rolled up his sleeve, checked the time, and nodded.

“Give me your cell phone.”

“Oh, I left it in my room…I’ll punch in my number”

When eating breakfast, I didn’t bring my phone. No one would be calling me, and it was cumbersome to carry around. But since I couldn’t go up and down, it would be better to give him my number.

“Please give me your phone…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…Kwon Yido?”

I gently waved his outstretched hand. Kwon Yido, who was looking at my palm from afar, quietly frowned from the corners of his eyes. He took his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it instead of handing it to me. It was a different model from the one I saw in the car last time.

“What is your number?”

“010…”

The screen was not visible. Only after calling all 11 digits, a vibrating sound could be heard. Kwon Yido hung up the phone without asking twice and put his cell phone back in his pocket.

“I gave you a call, so you can check later.”

“Yes, well…”

Kwon Yido didn’t save my number. As soon as I thought about it, he added as if it were an excuse.

“I’ll save your number in the car.”

It was a questionable answer. The expression on his face was quite calm, but there was something about the atmosphere that couldn’t be explained in words. A person with a poker face was second to none, but sometimes his true feelings could be read clearly like this.

“I’ll come as soon as possible, so you can rest in your room. If you’re having a hard time, you can come to my room. If possible, please avoid going to the greenhouse.”