When I Loved You Chapter 90

She stepped inside the bedroom—they were going to share it now. His furniture was a dark cobalt, and the room was dim because of the black-out curtains shutting out the light. Yiyoung knew that if she lay down on his bed, she would fall asleep in an instant. The dark theme of his bedroom suddenly reminded her of Muyeol's dark expression.

She then went into his dressing room. It was her first time seeing it. It looked like the clothing department in a department store, his clothes organized into seamless rows. She looked around; the button down shirts were perfectly ironed, the ties hung according to their colors, and the suits looked as sleek as knives. There were watches and cufflinks, too, both organized according to their types. And there were also countless belts.

Yiyoung laughed as she compared the clothes she owned to his. “Wow, I really don't have clothes.”

A few pairs of jeans; three different tops for spring, fall, and winter; another for summer; two coats; and a sneaker. These were all she owned.

'I've only been hoarding money like an idiot,' she thought.

Now that she thought about it, the only time she had spent a large sum was when she moved to a rooftop house from her studio apartment. After that, she had only saved her income. She'd claimed that she simply didn't have the time to spend money, but that was only an excuse; her colleagues always took care of themselves by neatly styling their hair and buying new clothes every time. Their faces looked nice, too. Compared with them, Yiyoung was unkempt.

She stood in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection, studying uncontrollably curly hair which hung around her shoulders, and her small face which made her eyes look triple their size. Then, she looked at her hands. They were skilled in performing her duties as a doctor, but she had never used them to take care of herself—whether it was to do a makeover or to enjoy a civilized life.

She turned her head, observing different parts of her face in great detail. “It could be possible that my gifts are hidden. My face looks good, so shouldn't I enhance it?”

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When Jaehee had done Yiyoung's makeup, no one other than Muyeol had recognized her.

“I'm certain that he has me stamped in his memory,” Yiyoung said confidently.

They were in a relationship and were going to sleep together, so what was wrong with assuming such things with confidence? But then her face flushed red again, unable to believe the lustful thoughts running in her head.

“Now then, it's time to make it happen,” Yiyoung hummed as she went to the bathroom connected to the bedroom.

Muyeol was a perfect, neat person, which was evident from the skincare sets and colognes lined up near the basin. But he had used an all-in-one product when he had to stay by Yiyoung's side in the hospital. As she caught glimpses of how he lived, she found herself wanting to assume that his feelings for her were what she wanted them to be.

She further made her way in and found a translucent glass door, a layer of steam fogging it up. Yiyoung controlled her breaths, thinking about Muyeol who was on the other side of the door. If she opened the door, Yiyoung knew, they would definitely do something. She adjusted her breaths again, drawing closer to the door and putting a hand on it.

At the age of thirty-two, she was about to face a life-changing experience. There probably wouldn't be anything more exciting than this. She had made up her mind now. This was a decision she had made on her own, and she would enjoy it completely.

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