Jiho raised an eyebrow, her patience wearing thin, as the sharpness of her words sliced through his excuses. "You didn't think? Joon Su, you're a target in this industry. There are risks involved, and you need to be aware of them."
"I know, I know!" he exclaimed, frustration bubbling to the surface, his voice rising slightly. "But everything happened so fast. I trusted my manager to make the right call. I didn't expect any trouble."
"Clearly," Jiho replied, her tone biting like frost. "And look where that trust has landed you—injured and in my house instead of a hospital. You need to be more careful." Her gaze was unwavering, fierce and protective, echoing the frustration that surged through her.
