Chapter 122 – Who Could It Be? (19)

A constant beeping sound echoed from somewhere, and Yiyoung blocked her ears with a pillow.
“It’s so annoying…”

But the beeping didn’t stop, still managing to pierce through the pillow barrier and right into her ears to wake her up.
By the time Yiyoung stood up to search for the source of the noise, it stopped.

“What the— Stopped right after waking me up,” Yiyoung exclaimed in agitation.

As if having heard her complain, she received a call on the room’s telephone.

Yiyoung lifted the receiver.
“Hello.”

“Hello, ma’am.
My name is Louise.
I’m the premium front desk manager.”

“Okay.
What’s up?”

“Your family member is here, and I wanted to ask how you’d like us to proceed.”

“A family member? I have no family in Istanbul.
I have no idea who this person is, so please don’t call me for this reason.”

“I apologize, ma’am.
Please excuse me for calling you, but your family member was asking for you desperately, which is why I called.”

‘Who is it? Who knows that I’m here? Could it be Muyeol’s grandmother by any chance?’ Yiyoung thought curiously.
But she didn’t think it was his grandmother.
If it really was her, she would have called Muyeol already, and he would have let Yiyoung know about it. ‘Then, could it be Mr.
Cha? Or Madam Kang? But Muyeol never calls them his family.’

“There’s no family member who would seek us out like this.
If this happens again, consider it an impersonation, and please call the cops immediately,” Yiyoung said decidedly.

“Okay, ma’am.
I’m sorry for the inconvenience.
I’ll send room service to you for the inconvenience I caused.”

“That’s alright.
I’ll ask for it if I need it.”

“Thank you,” said Louise.

After hanging up, Yiyoung turned on the bed-side lamp.
The subtle light shone with the color of the moon and filled the room.
Yiyoung checked the time and found it was past 9 o’ clock in the night.
She stretched her arms out.
“Gosh, how long did I sleep for?”

But it was a good sleep; Yiyoung didn’t even remember how she’d fallen asleep.
After going at it with him for a third time, she remembered telling him confidently that she would also need a fourth round.
And that was the last thing she remembered.
It seemed as though she’d only blinked a couple of times, but it turned out it had been a few hours.

Yiyoung got off the bed.
Since Muyeol had wiped her clean, her body felt fluffy.

“Let’s see.
I need to organize the clothes,” she muttered to herself.

Walking past the bedroom, Yiyoung went to the dress room.
She saw how neatly Muyeol’s clothes were organized inside it, and thought that the sight summed up his personality well.
Her own dresses which she’d prepared for the trip especially seemed like they were smiling brightly at her.

She pulled open a drawer and took out her underwear and pajamas.
Then, after rolling her messy hair into a bun and pinning it up, she opened the fridge.

Drinking a cold glass of water woke her up completely.
She immediately felt hungry, her stomach growling.
“What should I eat…”

She didn’t know what time Muyeol would be coming back, and she didn’t want to go out by herself late at night either.

“I should have just accepted the room service,” Yiyoung groaned.

She scratched her head as she read the service pamphlet placed in the room.
As she wondered what would be the best thing to order, she found herself wanting so many items.
Everything looked so good! Unfortunately, she couldn’t reach a decision.