I barely concealed my unease.
“Director.”
When I made a show of trying to rise, Jang Seokyun took the hint and stopped me.
“Remain seated. You are still recovering.”
I accepted without hesitation and planted myself back on the bed.
With only my upper body raised against the headboard, I looked at Jang Seokyun.
‘It should have been Samra.’
I needed to meet Samra before speaking alone with Jang Seokyun.
It would have been advantageous to hear about the current situation from Samra and acquire at least some information first.
But I supposed Jang Seokyun had thought the same thing and deliberately come without giving me time.
Concealing my tension, I gave a faint smile and pretended to be at ease.
Jang Seokyun was not a man who would soften because I acted weak. If anything, he would press down harder.
Even if it was only a bluff, I needed to appear strong before him.
As though he had come for an ordinary hospital visit, Jang Seokyun pulled over a chair and sat beside me.
“You regained consciousness after three days. How do you feel?”
So I had been unconscious for another three days.
Still, I seemed much better now. When…