Jin’s POV
What the hell are you doing?
The question hammered against my skull in time with the idle purr of the town car’s engine. I stared at the cracked pavement of the sidewalk, the glow from her fifth-floor window a mocking beacon in the periphery of my vision.
You are Baek Jin. You do not lurk outside the apartments of women who flee from you. You do not make unannounced, emotionally charged visits in the middle of the night. This is beneath you. This is chaos.
Logic, my oldest and most reliable ally, dictated I get back in the car, tell David to drive, and handle this via a tersely worded email drafted by my legal team in the morning. That was the protocol. That was control.
I was not stupid. I knew Emily had feelings for me, or at least I suspected it. That means the contract w
