Absolute Threshold — Chapter 60. Eunuch

Translator: Atlas

Weekly Chapter 1/3

He pointed to her w#t p#nties. She was annoyed that Jung Yoongyo knew the way to persuade her, but she felt that if she opened her mouth, he would drag her to the back seat.

“You’re a good girl.”

Even when he praised her with a teasing tone, Jumi silently could only pick up the medicine envelope that had fallen under the seat.

Jumi followed him inside the house, took off the coat she was wearing. She threw the medicine envelope on the floor to block his way. Jung Yoongyo, who had taken off his tie as usual, wondered what this action meant.

“What about Song Hayoung?”

“I will stay with you for now with you to protect you.”

“Inho can’t be near me, but Gwangmyeong can?”

When Yoongyo smiled, Jumi sensed danger. His smile appeared calm, but he knew all her vulnerabilities.

“Because Gwangmyeong has no b#lls.”

Her eyes widened at the completely unexpected words.

“B#lls.”

It was when she repeated it aloud that she remembered the other meaning the word b#lls had. She covered her mouth in surprise. She guessed he was a eunuch.

“What happened?”

“The Mafia World.”

He added that someone had injured Gwangmyeong in that area in a fight.

“What does that mean?”

“That means he’s the most suitable person to protect you.”

She decided that she should pretend to Gwangmyeong that she didn’t know. But Jung Yoongyo had said it with a smile on his face. He looked like he couldn’t have a normal relationship, but he wasn’t a person who would beat a woman. He just wh#pped her on the bed to make her tremble. She had to admit that his face would always attract women.

“The woman who gr#bs my m#nhood can’t r#de that bastard.”

“Baby, don’t listen to that.”

She headed for the kitchen. Jumi, who was pouring orange juice into a glass, looked at him as he unbuttoned his dress shirt. Then he grabbed the ointment.

For Yoongyo, getting hurt was a routine part of daily life, but it wasn’t the same for her. Jumi picked up the dress shirt he had left on the table. As she folded the shirt, she felt a tingling sensation at the back of her head from his stare.

A woman came to the house each morning to handle the household chores, but she was hesitant to entrust tasks to others. She could smell his body scent on his dress shirt. She took off the cardigan she was wearing and put it over Yoongyo’s clothes.

“Song Hayoung. She has feelings for you.”

She had a vague assumption from the first moment.

“Ignore it. She’s not someone you need to worry about.”

“You knew it. The President probably knows it too.”

The President was worried about Yoongyo. He had probably been very distressed.

“But Song Hayoung still thinks about you.”

Her heart trembled.