He inhaled again, ready to tear into him.
“...Please, Mr. Lee. Both me and the agency are under a lot of pressure right now, so don’t add to it. That’s all I ask.”
But instead of a scolding, what slipped out was something far softer in tone—a quiet plea, not at all what he’d originally intended.
Realizing it belatedly, Wooheon bit down on his lip.
This was insane.
Who asks nicely like that after someone wastes time running around catching rats?
The ‘old version’ of Wooheon from the past would never have let this slip like that.
If anything, he’d be telling Yueul to pack up and go home right this second.
But the moment he heard that softened tone, the weasel shifted—growing in size until Yueul stood before him again in human form.
With a guilty look on his face, Yueul rushed over to where Wooheon had neatly folded his clothes.
He hunched over as he pulled them on and stood up.
“S-sorry. That was really stupid of me.”
