The drive to Captain Min’s house was silent. Tae sat in the passenger seat, her thighs pressed together, her body still trembling from the rough handling in his office. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel, his jaw tight. He didn’t look at her once.

When they entered his house, he slammed the door shut and grabbed her wrist, dragging her toward the bedroom. His jealousy still simmered hot. He shoved her down on the bed, his shadow towering over her.