“You said you wanted to be pounded until you passed out.” “C-CEO, that was… that was just something I wrote. A long time ago… just…” “Since it’s my name in your diary, I’ll be taking it.” “What?” “This diary. Is it really 100% yours?” “I—I don’t understand what you mean…” The suffocating tension in the air made her stomach twist uncomfortably. “Seems I own quite a large share of it.” “……!” Yes. That secret diary didn’t just contain Minju’s explicit fantasies— it clearly mentioned the name of the man she wanted to roll around in bed with. “Cha Sung-heon. My name shows up in every paragraph. How long are you going to keep denying it?” Sung-heon held the edge of the diary and flipped through it with a flutter. There was no need to check—she knew it was true. She really had written all of it.
