As soon as I stepped off the plane, I was surrounded by people.
A staff member supported me as I was led toward the ambulance.
Then, as if pulled by some invisible force, my gaze shifted.
In the distance, a figure stood among a cluster of black-suited bodyguards.
Kian, my infamously stingy boss was scanning the crowd anxiously, his eyes darting in every direction.
The moment our eyes met, everything around me seemed to freeze.
Even from this far away, I could see his expression clearly, and for the first time, I was stunned by his state.
His eyes were bloodshot, his usual immaculate three-piece suit nowhere in sight.
Instead, he was wearing sleepwear, without shoes.
His pale feet stood directly on the dusty, grimy airport tarmac.
The sight made my eye twitch.
My boss, the Kian Homer, who was obsessed with cleanliness, standing on this filthy ground without even putting on shoes?
How was he even enduring it?
The moment he saw me, it was as if something came back to life in his dead, red-rimmed eyes.
Then, in a blur, he ran toward me.
His security team rushed to keep up, but in the chaos of the crowd, hardly anyone seemed to notice.
Before I could react, I was crushed into his ice-cold embrace.
My heartbeat, steady even during the near-death experience on the plane, suddenly went wild.
I had survived a plane crash, but at this moment, I felt like I might actually drop dead.
And then, wrapped in his freezing arms, I blacked out.
…
When I woke again, everything around me was stark white.
An IV was hooked up to my hand.
A nurse, noticing I was awake, quickly left to call the doctor.
My head looked like it had been wrapped up like a mummy straight out of an ancient tomb.
As the memories started trickling back, my body stiffened.
No!
I confessed to my boss.
And then… he came running without even putting on shoes.
Did that mean… he liked me?
