Chapter 68 - 67. Doors That Should Not Be Opened
While his master was enduring a long battle against drowsiness in front of a professional yapper, Hajin was busy tending to the flower beds around the annex’s entrance.
The summer roses and hibiscus were in full bloom, with bright colors that would suit his master very much. But then again, his master would look pretty with any flowers.
"I see you also have quite the green fingers."
While he was contemplating which roses he should pluck for his master’s bedroom, he heard a voice. Not enough to call it familiar, but Hajin remembered hearing it once before.
Looking up, he saw the middle-aged woman he remembered from that accursed family dinner. Right--it was the aunt. The three--or was it four?--times widower who spent her time traveling the world to ’look’ for brands to be brought to the country.
Or so she claimed. Who knew if she was just using the company’s money to fund her traveling hobby?
Hajin contemplated for a second before standing up and bowing his head, remembering that he shouldn’t be the one acting all hateful. "It’s the gardener’s work," he said humbly, politely, but also dryly.
Basically, how the chief secretary usually talked.
"But you make them prettier," the aunt smiled, stopping beside the flower bed Hajin had just tended. Her eyes curled at the sight of the bodyguard in a black shirt that accentuated his broad chest. "Makes me wonder what other things those fingers could do."
Hajin looked uncomfortable, which he didn’t even need to act for. The Aunt laughed in response, the giggling mouth hidden behind a hand fan she always seemed to bring everywhere.
"Oh, look at you being all serious! I’m talking about your cooking, you cooking~" she laughed again, fanning herself cheerfully. "I heard you’re so good at it that the girl doesn’t even eat in the main house anymore."