บท 87: None of you are understanding

JUN'S POV

The scene unfolding in front of me is pure gold.

The woman in white, her eyes flash with fury as she rounds on Kun, who's looking one step away from a full-on meltdown. "So, this is what you meant by 'meeting Yiren to ask her not to marry you,' huh?" She folds her arms, tapping her foot. "Holding hands? Talking about the presidential suite for your wedding night? What else am I missing?"

Kun's face goes pale, and his gaze darts to Yiren, pleading. "Please, tell Elena! It's not what it looks like!"

Yiren's eyes widen, caught like a deer in headlights, but she gives a shaky nod. "Elena, listen, it's really not—"

But Elena cuts her off, jabbing a finger toward them. "I caught you both red-handed!"