Chapter 18:

The clock struck 4 a.m., and Scarlet sat alone in her expansive office, the only sound accompanying her the faint scratching of her pencil against her sketchpad and the soft hum of the air conditioner.

Coffee cups, some half-finished and others untouched, were scattered across her desk. Her tired but determined blue eyes remained fixed on her designs, her mind racing to perfect every intricate detail for Ha-neul's hotel project.

She glanced at the sketches sprawled out in front of her, gorgeous evening dresses for exclusive clientele, uniforms for the hotel staff, and even a chic casual wear collection that would tie into the hotel's Parisian theme.

Her fingers moved swiftly, almost as if on autopilot, as her thoughts zeroed in on the vision of the designs she wanted to create. Just as she leaned in to add finer details to one of the uniforms, her phone buzzed loudly, startling her.

It was Ha-joon.

The screen lit up with his name, the word "Moon" flashing beside it. She ignored it, flipping the pencil in her hand and continuing her work. A sharp, focused sigh escaped her lips as she murmured to herself, "Not now, Moon."

But Ha-joon wasn't one to give up. The phone buzzed again. And again. After the sixth call, Scarlet grabbed her phone, her irritation barely contained as she placed it on speaker.

"What?" she answered curtly, her pencil halting mid-stroke.

From the other end came an exasperated voice, "Red! What are you doing right now? Why weren't you answering your phone?"

Scarlet's pencil nib snapped against the paper. She glanced at it in annoyance before responding coldly, "Working. What do you think?"

Ha-joon's worry quickly turned into anger. "Do you even know what time it is? You're at the office alone all night?"

She didn't bother softening her tone. "Yes, I know the time, moon. I'm busy, so if you're done yelling..."

"Busy? Are you joking? Have you even eaten?" he asked worriedly.

Scarlet leaned back in her chair, her tone icy. "No. And I don't have time for this."

That was the last straw for Ha-joon. "Are you insane? You're working until now without eating? You're alone! Who do you think is going to take care of you?"

Scarlet rolled her eyes, her patience wearing thin. "I don't need anyone to take care of me, Ha-joon. Just let me finish this."

But Ha-joon's voice only grew louder. "Stop it, Red! You need to listen to me. If you keep this up, you're going to ruin your health!" he shouted.

She stayed silent, letting his words wash over her without reaction, her fingers already reaching for another pencil to resume her sketching. She barely heard him now, her mind too consumed by her designs.

Ha-joon's voice cracked with frustration. "Why are you so stubborn? What difference does it make if you work without eating or sleeping?"

Finally, Scarlet snapped. "Enough, Ha-joon! I'm doing what I have to do. Don't call me unless it's important!"

Ha-joon fell silent for a beat, his breathing heavy. When he spoke again, his voice was low but firm. "Fine. Do whatever you want. But don't say I didn't warn you, Red."

And with that, the call disconnected. Scarlet stared at her phone for a moment, her face unreadable. Then, without a second thought, she tossed the phone aside and picked up her pencil again. She was too close to finishing this design to let Ha-joon's outburst distract her.

The new focus of her work was the hotel staff uniforms, a mix of modern elegance and subtle traditional aesthetics to match the sophisticated yet welcoming atmosphere Ha-neul envisioned for his hotel. Scarlet sketched an A-line silhouette for the female staff uniforms, with a sleek collar and tailored fit that exuded professionalism.

For the male staff, she opted for a sharp, slim-fit design with distinct lapels and intricate details like gold buttons. The color palette revolved around deep navy, ivory, and muted gold to reflect luxury without being overly extravagant.

Her mind buzzed with ideas as she worked. Each piece had to be perfect... not just for Ha-neul's hotel but for her reputation as a designer. The exclusive partnership with the hotel meant this project would define the launch of her brand's newest venture.

Scarlet sat alone in the company cafeteria, the faint hum of the vending machine filling the silence. Her coffee cup was still warm in her hands, but her mind was miles away, running through the designs she'd been working on tirelessly for hours. The quiet of the building at this hour was both calming and unsettling, but she had gotten used to it.

She sighed, her exhaustion catching up with her as she stared at the steam curling from her cup. Just as she took a sip, the lights dimmed suddenly, casting long shadows across the room. Her heart skipped a beat, and her head snapped up.

Before she could react further, she felt strong hands wrap around her waist from behind. Her entire body stiffened for a moment, but then the familiar scent of Ha-joon's cologne wafted over her, calming her nerves immediately. His scent was always a mix of musk and fresh cedarwood, a combination that seemed distinctly *him.*

"Ha-joon," she said, exhaling sharply as her frustration from their earlier phone call returned. She turned around quickly, ready to give him a piece of her mind, but the sight of him stopped her. He wasn't in his usual suit but a simple t-shirt and dark trousers, his hair slightly tousled as if he had rushed here.

Her annoyance melted, replaced by a softer expression. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice quiet.

He didn't answer immediately, his dark eyes scanning her face, as if making sure she was truly okay. Finally, he spoke, his tone low and laced with concern. "I was worried about you. Let's go home. It's not safe for you to be here this late."

Scarlet frowned, shaking her head. "Ha-joon, I'm fine. I don't need-"

"No," he cut her off firmly, his hands still on her waist. "You're not staying here. It's almost morning, and you look like you're about to collapse. Let's go."

There was no room for argument in his tone. She sighed but didn't resist as he took her hand and led her out of the cafeteria. The company was eerily quiet as they walked through the halls, the sound of their footsteps echoing against the tiled floors.

Ha-joon took her bag from her without asking and slung it over his shoulder. Scarlet gave him a side glance but didn't comment. He always had this way of taking charge, and though it often annoyed her, tonight she felt too drained to fight it.

When they stepped outside, Scarlet stopped short, her eyes widening. "A bike?" she said incredulously, staring at the sleek black motorcycle parked near the entrance.

Ha-joon smirked. "What? Surprised? I don't just drive luxury cars, you know."

She crossed her arms. "I didn't take you for a biker."

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Red," he teased, throwing his leg over the bike and sitting down. He held out a helmet to her. "Get on."

Scarlet hesitated. "I don't know..."

"Don't be difficult," he said, his voice softening as he met her gaze. "You're tired. Let me take care of this."

Reluctantly, she took the helmet and climbed on behind him. She sat stiffly, her hands barely grazing his sides. Ha-joon glanced over his shoulder, an amused smile tugging at his lips. "Hold on."

"I'm fine," she said, her voice firm.

"Oh, really?" he said, his tone playful. Without warning, he jerked the bike forward, causing her to yelp and instinctively grab his waist tightly.

"Ha-joon!" she scolded, but he only laughed, the sound deep and rich.

"Better," he said simply, and then they were off, the wind whipping past them as they sped down the quiet streets of Paris.

Scarlet's grip on him loosened slightly once she felt more secure, but she couldn't deny the warmth of his back against her. The city's early morning lights blurred into streaks as they drove, the world around them quiet and serene.

After a while, Scarlet began to notice that the route they were taking wasn't familiar. She frowned, leaning closer to him. "This isn't the way to the mansion. Where are we going?"

"Shh," Ha-joon said over his shoulder, his voice teasing. "Just trust me."

Scarlet's frown deepened, but she stayed quiet, her curiosity piqued. The streets grew narrower, and soon they were on the outskirts of the city, the buildings giving way to open fields and the occasional cluster of trees.

Finally, Ha-joon slowed the bike and pulled over onto a gravel path. Scarlet glanced around, confused. "What is this place?"

Ha-joon got off the bike and offered her his hand. "Come on. You'll see."

She took it hesitantly, letting him guide her down the path. The air was crisp and cool, the faint chirping of birds signaling the approaching dawn. As they walked, the trees parted to reveal a small, picturesque lake. The water was still, reflecting the pale hues of the early morning sky.

Scarlet's breath caught in her throat. "It's beautiful," she murmured.

As the first light of dawn began to illuminate the tranquil lake, Scarlet and Ha-joon strolled along the water's edge, the serenity of the moment wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. The soft chirping of birds heralded the new day, and the gentle rustling of leaves added a soothing rhythm to their steps.

Nestled by the lakeside was a quaint, rustic Italian restaurant, its charm accentuated by the early morning light. The establishment, though modest, exuded a warmth that invited passersby to step in and experience its homely ambiance. Ha-joon gestured towards it, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"This place," he began, his voice gentle, "is one of the few that opens this early. It's not fancy, but it has a comforting aura, and the view of the lake is unparalleled."

Scarlet glanced at the restaurant, then back at Ha-joon, her expression softening. "It sounds perfect," she replied, appreciating the simplicity and peace the place offered.

As they approached, the door creaked open, revealing an elderly woman with kind eyes and a welcoming smile. Her silver hair was neatly tied back, and her apron bore the marks of years spent crafting meals with love and care.

"Buongiorno!" she greeted them warmly, her voice carrying the melodic lilt of the Italian language. "Please, come in. You're just in time for breakfast."

They entered the cozy interior, where the aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering sauces enveloped them. The decor was simple, with checkered tablecloths and wooden chairs, but it radiated a sense of home.

Seated by a window overlooking the serene lake, Scarlet and Ha-joon perused the handwritten menu. The offerings were modest but enticing, focusing on hearty chicken and vegetable dishes that promised to satisfy their early morning hunger.

The elderly woman, who introduced herself as Nonna Maria, approached their table, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "You two make a beautiful couple," she remarked, her smile widening. "Are you newlyweds?"

Before Scarlet could respond, Ha-joon nodded, a playful glint in his eye. "Yes, we are," he said smoothly, wrapping an arm around Scarlet's shoulders.

Scarlet's eyes widened in surprise, and she turned to Ha-joon, her expression a mix of disbelief and amusement. Nonna Maria clasped her hands together, beaming at them.

"Ah, young love," she sighed happily. "Let me prepare something special for you both."

As Nonna Maria bustled away to the kitchen, Scarlet leaned closer to Ha-joon, her voice low and teasing. "Newlyweds, huh? When did that happen?"

Ha-joon chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, considering the story we've been telling, it seemed fitting. And besides, what's the harm in a little white lie?"

Scarlet shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. "You're impossible, you know that?"

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of their meal. Nonna Maria set down a platter of Pollo alla Cacciatora, a traditional Italian hunter's chicken stew. The dish featured tender chicken thighs simmered with onions, tomatoes, bell peppers, and a medley of herbs, creating a rich and aromatic sauce.

Alongside it was a bowl of Minestrone, a hearty vegetable soup brimming with onions, carrots, celery, potatoes, cabbage, and legumes, offering a comforting warmth. A basket of freshly baked bread completed the feast, perfect for sopping up the flavorful sauces.

"I hope you enjoy," Nonna Maria said, her eyes crinkling with joy. "It's made with love, just like your marriage."

Scarlet and Ha-joon exchanged a glance, both feeling a warmth that had little to do with the food. As they savored each bite, the flavors danced on their tongues, a testament to the care and tradition infused into the cooking.

The meal progressed with comfortable conversation, the serene surroundings enhancing the experience. As they finished, Nonna Maria returned, a knowing smile on her face.

"May your love be as rich and fulfilling as this meal," she said, her blessing heartfelt.

As they left the restaurant, the sun now fully risen, casting a golden hue over the lake, Scarlet turned to Ha-joon, her expression thoughtful.

"Thank you for this," she said softly. "It was... exactly what I needed."

Ha-joon smiled, his gaze gentle. "Sometimes, it's the simple moments that mean the most."

They stood there for a moment, the world around them waking up, but in that instant, it felt like they were the only two people in existence, connected by shared experiences and unspoken understanding.

As the first light of dawn began to illuminate the tranquil lakeside, Nonna Maria emerged from the cozy interior of her Italian restaurant, her warm smile radiating the kind of genuine hospitality that made her establishment a cherished haven for early risers.

In her hand, she held a Polaroid photograph, the image slowly developing to reveal Scarlet and Ha-joon sharing a meal, their expressions softened by the intimate ambiance.

"I took this for you while you were dining," she said in Italian, her voice filled with affection as she extended the photo towards them. Ha-joon, understanding her intent, rose swiftly and bowed respectfully, accepting the photograph with both hands.

"Grazie mille, Nonna," he replied in his accented Italian, his gratitude evident. He then reached into his wallet and pulled out some extra euros, attempting to press them into her hand as a token of appreciation.

"Oh no, caro, that's not necessary," Nonna Maria protested, gently pushing his hand away. "It was my pleasure. You two make a beautiful couple."

Ha-joon chuckled softly, nodding. "Thank you, Nonna. Please, take this as a small thank you for your kindness." After a moment of hesitation, she accepted the money with a gracious smile, patting his hand affectionately before retreating back into the restaurant.

As they made their way back to the motorcycle, Scarlet glanced at the Polaroid, her expression unreadable. The image captured a moment of unguarded connection between them, a stark contrast to the complex emotions simmering beneath the surface.

The ride back to their shared residence was enveloped in a contemplative silence, the hum of the engine and the cool morning air providing a soothing backdrop to their individual thoughts. Upon arrival at the expansive mansion, Ha-joon parked the bike quietly, mindful of the early hour.

"My aunt is likely still asleep upstairs," he whispered as they tiptoed through the grand foyer. "Remember, we need to maintain the appearance of being a couple in front of her."

Scarlet nodded subtly, her fatigue making it easier to acquiesce without argument. Ha-joon led her to his bedroom, a spacious yet understated room adorned with minimalist decor. The king-sized bed dominated the space, its crisp linens inviting yet imposing given the circumstances.

Closing the door softly behind them, Ha-joon turned to face Scarlet, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I can take the couch if that makes you more comfortable," he offered, gesturing towards the modest sofa near the window.

Scarlet shook her head, a weary smile tugging at her lips. "It's fine, Ha-joon. The bed is big enough for both of us. We're adults; we can handle this."

They moved around the room with practiced ease, changing into more comfortable clothing while pointedly avoiding each other's gaze. The unspoken history between them hung in the air, a delicate thread connecting past emotions to the present situation.

As they settled into bed, a palpable tension filled the space between them. Lying on their backs, they stared at the ceiling, the silence stretching uncomfortably.

"This feels...strange, doesn't it?" Ha-joon murmured, breaking the silence.

Scarlet let out a soft sigh. "A bit, yes. But it's just for appearances, right? We can manage."

He turned his head to look at her, his expression softening. "I appreciate you going along with this. It means a lot to me."

She met his gaze, her eyes reflecting a mixture of nostalgia and resignation. "Let's just get some sleep, Ha-joon. Tomorrow's another day."

With that, they both turned onto their sides, facing away from each other, the physical distance mirroring the emotional gap that had formed over time. Despite the shared bed, the night was spent in solitary contemplation, each lost in thoughts of what once was and what could never be again.

***

Ha-neul stirred awake as the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains of his room in the grand mansion he shared with his cousin, Ha-joon, and his aunt. The soft hum of Parisian life beginning anew was a gentle reminder of the day's importance.

Today, he was set to present his comprehensive plans for the hotel project to Scarlet, the designer whose work had intrigued him since their serendipitous meetings in Venice and Paris.

Sitting up, Ha-neul reached for the neatly organized folder on his bedside table. Inside were detailed blueprints, structural designs, and conceptual sketches that he had meticulously prepared. He thumbed through the pages, mentally rehearsing his presentation, ensuring every detail was perfect.

After a quick shower, Ha-neul dressed in a tailored suit that exuded professionalism yet comfort. He believed in making a good impression, and his attire was a reflection of his dedication to the project. Once ready, he glanced at the clock; it was still early, but he preferred to be punctual, especially for significant meetings like this.

Before leaving, Ha-neul decided to check on his mother. He quietly made his way to her room, the door slightly ajar. Pushing it gently, he saw her sleeping peacefully, her breathing steady and calm.

A soft smile touched his lips as he approached her bedside. Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and whispered, "어머니, 잘 계세요. 제가 계약을 성사시켜 돌아올게요." (Mother, take care. I'll be back with the deal.)

His mother stirred, her eyes fluttering open. Seeing her son, she smiled warmly, "아들아, 벌써 가니?" (Son, are you leaving already?)

Ha-neul nodded, "네, 어머니. 오늘 중요한 미팅이 있어서요." (Yes, Mother. I have an important meeting today.)

She reached out, squeezing his hand gently, "잘 다녀와라. 네가 하는 일마다 성공하길 바란다." (Go and do well. I hope you succeed in everything you do.)

He returned her smile, "감사합니다, 어머니. 푹 쉬세요." (Thank you, Mother. Please rest well.)

With a final nod, Ha-neul left her room, determination fueling his steps. He exited the mansion, the crisp morning air invigorating his senses. As he made his way to the hotel site, his thoughts were a blend of anticipation and curiosity about working closely with Scarlet, unaware of the deeper connections that fate had woven between them.