January 1951. He saved her life in a city torn apart by war during the Korean War.
December 1953. The soldier is reunited with the governor's daughter- souls scarred and bodies battered, seeking the second chance that Fate has dealt.
She forced a smile and shook her head at Jeong Hyeok to reassure him, before asking in a dangerously quiet voice.
"...so? What are you trying to imply? Do you even know what you're saying?"
This time, the governor's daughter didn't even wait for a few seconds before her reply came, sharp and furious.
"How dare you..." It was the first time he had heard Seri speak in this harsh tone, her voice tight and angry. "Take those words back."
Her body visibly stiffened, and he noted how one of her hands was balled up in a tight fist. He couldn't exactly make out the words from the other end of the line, but he could hear enough to identify a male voice.
"No, this isn't genuine concern. You are maligning the innocent. Apologize now."
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Jeong Hyeok could feel anger radiating off her in waves, before he decided enough was enough at the sight of tears glistening in her eyes.
The angry pause persisted on Seri's part, her lips pressed together in a pale, thin line.
Voice quivering with simmering rage, she replied, "Who are you to talk to me like this? My father is completely aware of this arrangement, and..."
The Captain reached for the receiver, prying it gently out of her hand, even when she initially tried to stop him from doing so.
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Silently, the former soldier placed it to his ear.
"...look, Seri, I am not saying that you've slept with him. But I can't speak for that guy's character. I am just telling you, you should know better as a lady than to stay at a single man's place for such a long period of time."
Jeong Hyeok's persistent silence was clearly mistaken for guilt on Seri's part.
"You don't have anything to say to that, do you? What about my reputation? Have you spared a thought for me? I am the secretary to the Finance Minister. What will people say if they find out that my fiancée had spent so much time under one roof with that noodle-selling cripple? I just don't want them to see you as a promiscuous woman—"
