Chapter 19

Nervousness took over Namsun's entire body. The tall, dark-haired man held back the urge to bite his nails as he sat on the old, deep foam sofa, staring at the front door of his house.

Kim YoonJin had sent him a message informing him that he would be there in five minutes, but it had been about seven minutes and no one had arrived.

Namsun glanced at her cell phone's screen every five seconds, as if the hours would pass faster or as if they were wrong. However, it was only his anxiety that made him gulp at every new little second, looking forward to seeing the model ring his old bell, which, most of the time, squeaked instead of sounding with the melody it promised.

Sighed. He leaned his back against the backrest, but jumped when the loud hiss echoed through the small house.

Namsun rose quickly, with a smile of white teeth and open lips, heading for the door.

Before he just opened it, he glanced around. The house was tidy, its few little plants were near the do