Chapter 116: Chapter 116

"My dreams?"

"Yes, before you told me, you didn't know what your dreams were. I was astounded to learn that you aspired to work for me. What makes you dream of it?"

I smiled. That's correct; I remembered I hadn't had a dream back then. Because of him, he abandoned me, leaving me with no choice but to pursue my goal. Unfortunately, I missed out on a job opportunity, but it seemed as if God had made a move for me to be there. He used Ismael as an instrument to make my dreams come true, even if Ismael didn't realize it was my dream at first.

"Because of your scent?" is my query and answer. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows as if to pose a question. "I've discovered that my sense of smell is just as powerful, and I can immediately recall the scent of objects. And it all began with you; aside from the necktie, you always leave me with your scent."

He smiled. "Because you keep grabbing my necktie. I have no choice but to leave it in your hands." He held my hand.

"That's why; I know you were there," I went on to say. "So, don't be a womanizer, because I'll notice right away. I can smell it right now!"

He laughed. "I'm a man of integrity, so you don't have to worry." He cupped my face and kissed my cheeks. "I'm delighted you have your dreams now, and perhaps we can work on them more because our firms are collaborating. I'd like to see how skilled you are with fragrances."

"Oh, you might fall in love with me even more!" I am joking.

It's funny how I suddenly remember sharing his subject before, and now we can finally chat about my dreams, as if it were never a problem in college.

He responded, "It looks cute on you!" as he inserted the adorable yellow duck clip into my hair. I laughed as he laughed. "You look like their mother," he said before inserting another clip into my hair. Now I have small ducks in my hair.

"You're making fun of me!" I inquired before softly punching him.

"No, sweetheart. You look adorable." He rubbed the corner of his eyes, as if he were in tears from laughing. He is laughing so gleefully, and I can't help but find it annoying but on the other hand, it's fine if he keeps tripping me up, as long as I see him smiling.

He paid for them. I allowed him to be amused by the ducks he inserted into my hair, notwithstanding their incongruity with the dress I am adorned in. We were holding hands while looking around the night market, and I'm not sure why I brought him over to the food stand despite the fact that we had just eaten. There are numerous food stalls around the market, and I thoroughly enjoyed eating street food, particularly spicy rice cake, fried mandu, and small kimbap.

"What are you? Come on, let's eat! The dirtier, the tastier!" I explained when he said that he didn't want to eat what I bought. I couldn't finish it, so I fed it to him, but he refused since he wasn't sure if it had been created and cooked properly. "Why? You also bought food and juices on the street earlier while we were on a trip, right?"

"Because I know they prepared it at home. They are grandmothers, so they know how to cook it properly."

"You're not sure of that," I said. "However, if you don't want it, I'll consume it myself rather than discard it and cause it to be wasted."

He squeezed his cheek. "Why did you even buy a lot when you know you can't finish it?" he said before confessing to me.

"Because I thought you'd eat with me."

I heard him groan and open his mouth. "Ahhh."

I laughed. "Are you sure? No one is forcing you here."

"Come on, before I change my mind," he murmured hesitantly. I smiled and fed him a rice cake that felt heavy on his tummy. The same applies to mandu and kimbap. I noticed how his eyes sparkled with amazement. Tsk! Look who was resisting earlier.

And yeah, he completed my meal. He seemed to have lost his philosophy of not eating junk food as a result of my influence.

"Here," he added, handing me a can of juice he had purchased from the convenience store near the park. I took it and examined it. "Lemon water?" I asked, chuckling. "You are very health-conscious, Ismael."

"I need to," he said, sitting next to me. We're currently sitting on a park bench, gazing at the trees illuminated by LED lights. There weren't many people because it was likely late at night.

"Why? Because you need to have twelve children?"