Jin’s POV
Two months. Two months have passed since the last time I saw Emily.
“Is there something on your mind, Oppa?” Yuna asks, leaning closer so no one else can hear our conversation.
The smell of her perfume makes me want to gag, but I have to control myself.
“Just work,” I replied dryly, keeping my face neutral. “It’s late; I should take you home.”
Yuna quirks an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything. She follows me outside into the car. David glances at me, I give him a nod, and he knows what to do.
“Are all our dates going to be like this, Jin?” Yuna asks with a heavy sigh. David instantly put up the divider so our conversation could be private.
I kept my gaze fixed on the city lights blurring past the tinted window. Two months. Sixty days of this charade. Sixty days of din
