CHAPTER 4

I didn't have much of an appetite as I got ready. Grantt still hadn't come home, and I didn't expect him to at this point. Maybe I'll see him later at the studio.

Even though he told me to rest and not go to work, I couldn't follow that advice. I have an appointment later with my youngest talent, Venice.

I'm back to being Grantt's manager now. Maybe that's better for my peace of mind.

I left home and got into my car. My phone startled me with a call from Grantt, but I let it go to voicemail; I wasn't in the mood to talk or joke with him.

From home, I headed straight to the studio. It took me two hours due to heavy traffic, but it was rehearsal day, so the company was bustling.

Once I reached the rehearsal room with my talents, I settled in. There are numerous rehearsal rooms here, and each manager has their own office for meetings with artists. Big&High Entertainment is one of the largest studios in the country, managing almost 70% of A-list celebrities.

"Hey, pretty Yongsann!" greeted Judie, my friend and fellow manager in the industry. They say both of us handle big talents, so many envy us when we collaborate on variety shows.

"Hey, gorgeous, Yongsann! How are you?"

"I'm stressed with my artists. How about you? I didn't see you here yesterday."

"Ah, I had a meeting with my talent, Sebastian. I'm sure you're more stressed now because of what happened to Wendy."

I tried not to look concerned. What happened to Wendy? Why would I be stressed?

"It's a good thing Grantt is a responsible singing partner, right? So, how are things going now?"

I didn't know how to answer that because I had no idea. I remembered Grantt's call earlier, and now I regretted not answering it.

"Honestly, I don't know. I haven't talked to Grantt yet."

Judie looked surprised and closed her mouth. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to tell you this. I thought you knew since you're Grantt's manager. Maybe they didn't want to stress you since you're not responsible for that anymore."

"No, it's fine. Why? What happened to Wendy?"

"Someone broke into Wendy's condo. Fortunately, Grantt was there, I suppose? I'm not sure. However, it has been reported that the culprit managed to escape, and the woman is in the hospital now."

My heart skipped a beat. That's why Grantt left. Now I felt guilty. Despite my annoyance with him, it turns out he had a serious emergency.

"Is Wendy injured?"

"They said she isn't, but maybe she's in the hospital due to shock."

I exhaled deeply. I grabbed my phone to see if Grantt had sent a text, but there was none.

"Do you know which hospital?"

"Oh, I don't know that. I'm sure they're in a private one. Anyway, I have to go; we have a meeting."

I nodded and smiled. "Alright, thanks for the info."

After Judie left, I went into my office. I couldn't bring myself to dial Grantt's number even though I was worried about their situation.

Why did I forget that I need to talk to him as my artist, not as my husband? This is why they say we shouldn't mix personal issues with work.

You should've called him now as his manager, Yongsann. There's no harm in putting aside your pride. Besides, if you hadn't fallen ill, he might have visited Wendy last night.

Is life really this harsh, huh?

I reached for my phone and tapped the Dial icon. His number was at the top of my recent calls list. I was about to press it when the door suddenly opened, revealing Grantt's face. I swallowed nervously.

I hope he's not in a bad mood.

"Grantt, I apologize for not answering your call. I was on the road earlier," I quickly explained.

He sarcastically chuckled and scrutinized me from head to toe. I didn't know how to react. I couldn't remember doing anything wrong to him today, so why was he giving me such a piercing look?

"I told you not to make excuses because you're not good at lying," he remarked, approaching me. I took a step back, furrowing my brow.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Just," I mumbled weakly. Just in case you decide to slap me or something.

He moved closer, and just as I was about to step back again, he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. My heart started racing. We weren't at home, and there was a chance someone might see us. It would be problematic if our secret got out. We could both lose our careers.

"What are you doing, Grantt?" I asked sharply and tried to push him away, but he didn't budge. Our eyes locked. He had no intention of letting me go.

What's going on with this guy? He's been like this since yesterday, hasn't he? Did he hit his head or something, causing this sudden change in behavior towards me?

"I locked the door, don't worry," he reassured me, touching my forehead. I noticed he breathed a sigh of relief and finally let go of me. "Didn't I tell you not to come in today?"

Oh, he just wanted to make sure I was okay after behaving oddly earlier and going to see the woman he cares about.

I suddenly felt like giving him a light slap. Why is he so worried about me? Why is he being so sensitive?

"It's easier to go to work than to cancel all those appointments. Besides, maybe you just didn't want me to find out what happened to Wendy."

He gazed at me intently. I turned my head away because I couldn't hide the guilt I was feeling. If only he hadn't stayed with me, no one would have dared to harm Wendy because he would have been there.

"Stop blaming yourself. It wasn't your fault, and it wasn't mine either. Wendy is doing fine now. She'll be discharged later."

I nodded, but I still couldn't calm down. This is why I don't want to owe him anything. It takes away my reasons to be angry with him.

"Did you have something to eat?" he inquired.

I met his gaze and replied, "Yeah."

"Alright, good. I'll be stepping out for a bit."

"If you're heading to see Wendy, I'll come along," I said as I stood up and approached where he was standing. "I just want to check in on your girlfriend."

He teased, "Do you really think you can handle it?"

I furrowed my brow. What's on his mind now? Why that playful grin? Tsk.

"Handle what?" I asked, adjusting my bag and fixing my hair to look presentable in front of Wendy. I couldn't afford to appear disheveled in front of someone so beautiful.

"Nevermind. Okay, if you want to come," he conceded with a tone of agreement.

He took the lead, and I followed suit. It was still early, so I was sure I'd make it in time for my meeting with Venice.

We left the studio, and I noticed he was using his favorite car today.

"Get in," he offered.

"No need, I have my own car."

Fortunately, he didn't insist, so I got into my car, following the path he took.

A few minutes later, we arrived at LC Exclusive Hospital. I knew that all the patients here were either wealthy or famous. Judie was right; this was where Wendy ended up.

I wasn't surprised to see Grantt putting on a mask as soon as we got out of the car. He still had allergies to the paparazzi who might sneak in here just for some gossip.

I didn't hesitate to speak to him as we reached the hallway leading to one of Wendy's rooms.

"Can I go in?" I asked as we stood outside Wendy's room. He glanced at me briefly before nodding.

"Sure. There are no restrictions here, and you're with me," he said as he opened the door.

I quietly followed him inside. Wendy was lying down, but as soon as she saw us, she sat up. Grantt immediately assisted her.

Aish, what a gentleman this guy was.

"Be careful," he told her.

I subtly scratched my head, feeling awkward. I didn't expect to find myself in this situation, witnessing how my husband took care of his girlfriend.

Wow, huh? If we were really into our married life, I bet you wouldn't even be in the picture with Grantt, Wendy.

I stopped thinking for a moment and scolded myself for saying nonsensical things to myself.

What's gotten into you, Yongsann? What are you mad about?

"Ma'am Yongsann, you're here too," the woman said softly.

I smiled and took a seat on a couch, while Grantt sat on the bed. I didn't know why I felt irritated by their positions. I looked like a third wheel, even though I was the legal wife here.

Relax, Yong. What's your issue with them? They're not doing anything wrong, and this is normal for them.

"Ah, yeah. I heard about what happened. Maybe you should tighten the security in your condo. Why don't you consider moving to LC Condo? They have tighter security," I suggested.

She smiled as if that was the best suggestion she'd ever heard in her life.

"That's what Grantt mentioned too. I feel like you and Grantt have a strong telepathic connection since you've been his manager for so long."

I had to stop myself from laughing. Manager, huh? We're more than that, though.

And maybe that's why he suggested it, so they could live in the same building. I mean, why didn't they just get married, right?

I forced a smile and stayed quiet, just watching them chat.

"You gotta eat to get your strength back," Grantt said, handing Wendy some food.

"Feed me," she playfully requested. I don't know why, but I felt something weird in my stomach, like shivers running down my spine.

I stared at them, waiting to see how Grantt would react to Wendy's request. Without saying a word, he did as she asked. So, this is how they are together. This is the responsible side of Grantt. Kind of cute.

Cute? Come on, Yongsann! Get it together!

After Wendy finished eating, he gave her some medicine. It looked like he didn't want to take his eyes off her.

Is he really that in love?

I was caught off guard when Wendy suddenly kissed him. I looked away, but from the corner of my eye, I could still see them passionately locking lips.

Damn it, Grantt! Right in front of me?! How dare you!

With an exasperated sigh, I rose from my seat, unable to endure their affectionate display any longer. Why had I even come here? Was it to witness their lovey-dovey act? Did Grantt mean to test my patience by asking if I could handle it? Well, clearly, I couldn't.

An unsettling tightness gripped my chest, and I couldn't pinpoint the cause. The heaviness from yesterday had returned, clouding my thoughts. Maybe I should consider a check-up while I was at the hospital? But setting an appointment now seemed impractical. It was probably just stress.

My phone in hand, I began typing a text to Grantt: "I'm heading out. Got a meeting with Venice..." I stopped short of sending it when the door suddenly swung open. I glanced casually at Grantt and stood up from my seat.

"I'm out. See you at the studio tomorrow if you and Wendy can rehearse," I said dismissively, avoiding eye contact. My irritation grew as I took in his expression.

"Tomorrow?" he responded, sounding somewhat off. He was the one who had been flirting right in front of me, and now he acted like the victim – such hypocrisy.

"Yep, tomorrow. You can't leave Wendy alone, can you? She's your top priority in life, so I'm sure you'll be free to work tomorrow. I can't wait for you. I've got my own life too," I retorted directly, rolling my eyes.

My frustration had reached its boiling point. It felt like I was experiencing it for the first time.

"Are you mad..."

"I'm not, why would I be?"

With that, I turned away, calmly stepping into the elevator and pressing the G button. There were other people in the elevator, so it stopped at various floors.

To my surprise, when the elevator doors opened on the Ground Floor, Grantt was standing there, waiting for me. I blinked in surprise.

How had he gotten there so quickly? Then I remembered there were two elevators, one for VIP members – Grantt likely used that one since he was a VIP.

He grabbed my hand and led me towards the other elevator. His actions were confusing, but I didn't resist when he pressed the rooftop button.

"What's going on, Grantt?" I finally managed to ask, but he remained silent. Before I knew it, we were on the rooftop.

"What's your freaking problem, Grantt Gomez?!" I exclaimed irritably.

"Tell me the truth, Yongsann Lim."

"The truth? Ha! What truth are you talking about? You know, I have a meeting to attend, so please, Grantt, cut the drama. Let me go, okay? Please?!"

"Answer my question then."

"What's wrong with you? Just be straightforward because I'm so confused right now, Grantt! I can't figure you out!"

"Are you jealous of Wendy? Are you mad about the kiss? What is it?!"

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Why was he so insensitive? Why did it take him so long to grasp the situation?

"No," I replied calmly, trying to regain my composure. "Grantt, I'm not jealous of her, but I felt disrespected by what you two did in front of me. Like, you knew I was there, right? You're still my husband, what kind of reaction did you expect from me?"

He could have those intimate moments with Wendy, but not in my presence.

"You're jealous..."

"Grantt, no! I'm not jealous, I told you! I'm just mad because you disrespected me! However you look at it, it's wrong... Whatever! Just let me go, okay? Let's talk later at home. Focus on Wendy for now."

"Yong..."

"Please? I'm running late for my meeting. Please? Not now," I pleaded. It was evident that he had also calmed down, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I left him alone on the rooftop. From LC Exclusive Hospital, I headed straight to the studio. Venice was already waiting for me, the person I had a day-long appointment with.

"I'm sorry, Ven. I had to go somewhere," I quickly apologized.

"It's okay, Ma'am Yongsann. How's Miss Wendy?"

I didn't know why, but I had lost all enthusiasm. Wendy's name seemed to echo everywhere, and it was starting to irritate me. I couldn't admit to jealousy, but my moodiness indicated otherwise, and I didn't like it. Not at all.

"She's fine," I replied briefly.

She's fine with my jerk husband.

"Let's go; we might be late," I said to the young lady. She promptly followed me.

We sat down with a producer interested in taking on Venice's second album. This producer is well-known, and we've collaborated with them in the past, alongside Grantt.

However, it's become apparent that Venice received less favorable treatment here, possibly because she isn't as renowned as Grantt, still being relatively new to the scene. I couldn't voice my concerns openly, mindful of how Venice might feel, given her humble nature.

After our discussion, I discreetly asked Venice to wait in the meeting room for a more in-depth conversation with Sir Allan.

"Why didn't you consider Director Hannah? Wasn't she the one assigned to Grantt before? Having her direct the music video would elevate it," I suggested.

"Listen, Ms. Yongsann, Venice doesn't have as many supporters. We could end up losing money. You know how expensive Hannah's talent fee is," he replied playfully, but the underlying insult was evident.

"How will Venice thrive as a solo artist if we don't put our best foot forward to attract more supporters? It's a common starting point; no one becomes famous overnight. Besides, her first album received excellent feedback. She deserves a seasoned team for her comeback," I argued.

"Ms. Yongsann, it's all business. You're advocating for Venice because you care about her. If we were discussing Judie's artist, would you still stand by these points?"

"Yes, they've worked hard to break into this industry, so they deserve equitable treatment. It seems like all you're concerned about is money," I firmly stated. "Don't worry; I'll figure out a way to bring Director Hannah on board."

"But she's quite costly..."

"Don't fret over it; I can manage it. I have the resources. I'll do whatever it takes because I believe it's worth it. Let's plan to meet again next week."

I knew I'd need Grantt's assistance for this. His connections in the industry were indispensable.

I rose from my seat and quietly exited the meeting room, realizing that Venice might have overheard my conversation with Mr. Allan.

I offered Venice a reassuring smile and gently patted her back. "Let's go," I invited. Without a word, Venice followed me to the studio.

"Perhaps next week, we'll meet the entire staff for the filming of your music video. Be prepared, okay? Maintain your appearance and don't overthink. Let's stay relaxed," I advised.

Venice nodded. "I'm fine with that even if Director Hannah doesn't direct my music video. Mr..."

"Don't have doubts, Venice. You deserve anything I request from Mr. Allan. You possess not just beauty but also talent. Remember, regardless of which agency you join in the future, you deserve fair treatment. Don't let others' underestimation lower your self-esteem, but also avoid becoming overly arrogant. Balancing attitude and a great mindset is the key to longevity and success in this industry."

Venice smiled naturally, and it seemed like the doubts I had noticed in her eyes earlier had dissipated. "Thank you for saying that. I'll always remember it."

I nodded and returned her smile. She left first, and I stood outside the rehearsal room for a few minutes, reaffirming my determination to bring Director Hannah onto Venice's team.

I sighed and dialed Grantt's number, even though I wasn't thrilled about it. Fortunately, he answered promptly.

"Yong?" he greeted, sounding as if our earlier altercation hadn't happened.

"I need your assistance."

"What is it?" he asked calmly.

"I require Director Hannah."

"For?"

"Venice."

"Alright, let's discuss it in person."

"Thank you!"

"I'll handle it. You go home and rest; I know you're not feeling well. Don't work for now."

"Okay," I agreed, even though I had no intention of following his advice. There were still numerous tasks on my agenda, and resting felt like a wasted opportunity.

I ended the call swiftly, realizing that both of us were missing our peace of mind. I smiled and headed to the office. I spent the rest of my time in the studio, with Judie joining me for lunch.

At 1:00 p.m., I had a meeting with the designer responsible for Venice's outfits. Our conversation was extensive because I wanted to ensure the project turned out exceptionally.

With this comeback, I wanted Venice to showcase her full potential and capabilities. I refused to let anyone underestimate my artists.

Let's say I wasn't just doing this for my artists; I was also doing it to uphold my reputation as their manager. It was a win-win situation, after all.

Once my appointments for the day were completed, I decided to return to Tagaytay. Since Grantt wouldn't be returning home, it was just me. I hoped to avoid encountering his mother, who seemed to judge me out of the blue.

When I arrived home, I headed straight to my room and flopped onto the bed. It was becoming apparent that my strength was not what it used to be during my teenage years, especially now that I was just a few years shy of crossing the calendar.

"You're already here," a male voice remarked.

"Hey, you scared me!" I exclaimed in surprise. His voice had suddenly dominated the room, nearly causing me to fall off the bed.

It was Grantt, fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets glistened on his body, cascading from his hair to his face.

Why did he have to be so attractive? Damn it!

Before temptation could completely take over my thoughts, I reined in my senses.

"What the heck, Grantt? What are you doing here?" I asked, squinting in the dim light as I looked at him. I had thought he wouldn't be coming home tonight. Maybe I should have gone to my condo instead. I was exhausted, and I had no energy to engage in conversations with someone as complex as him.

"Maybe you've forgotten, Yong, but this is my house. I come and go as I please. Besides, I did tell you not to go to work, right? Change your clothes before you lie down there. Don't you notice the new bedsheet?"

I glanced at what he was referring to. Indeed, it was a new sheet, and the design seemed rather feminine. Even though I liked it, I was sure Grantt wouldn't have chosen something like this.

I approached him, our bodies only inches apart. "Don't tell me this is from Wendy? Are you even turning the bedsheets into a couple things? Hey, Grantt Gomez, okay? It hasn't even been a month, so don't erase my presence from this house just yet. Show some patience. You're too eager to get rid of me."

"What are you talking about? Can't you calm down a bit? You said you weren't jealous earlier, but you sure sound jealous now."

His words only fueled my irritation. "Who told you I'm jealous, huh? Anybody would be annoyed by your level of clinginess. Is it really appropriate to kiss in front of your manager? Really, Grantt..."

I didn't get a chance to finish my sentence because he suddenly kissed me, gripping my waist to prevent me from resisting.

Just as I was about to return the kiss, he bit my lip aggressively. When I slightly parted my lips in response, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth.

With that, I lost control. I kissed him back, following the rhythm of his mouth.

I didn't even expect his next move. He pinned me down as he used his thigh to support my back. In a blink of an eye, he manages to strip my clothes out and playfully suck my sensitive part right down on my chest while gently palming the other one. He made a circular motion around my nipples using his tongue. That made me moan his name for the first time.

He presses his lips to mine. He successfully gets access to my most sensitive part down there, rubbing it slowly with his fingers while looking directly into my eyes. I bite my lips to stop myself from moaning. The work of his fingers never fails to give me so much pleasure.

"G-rantt... Ugh," I mumbled softly. "Wendy," I added to grab his attention. I thought he would stop his madness when he heard his girlfriend's name, but I was wrong.

It seemed like he didn't hear anything. He even managed to lift me onto our bed. I tried to meet his gaze. I feel so confused. I've never seen him look at me like this before. It's a gaze I used to see only from Greel.

"I'm not Wendy," I reminded him when I had a chance to speak.

"You don't need to remind me of that. I know you even with my eyes closed. That stare, breath, smell, taste, warmth, I know it's you, Yong. This bed is ours. Me and only you," he whispered to me.

"G-Grant!" I muttered softly. I can't believe that he actually put his tongue into my hidden entrance. I want to curse but the leisurely feeling is making my mouth say his name instead. This leisurely pain is a mind-blowing one.

"I'll make you sore so you have no choice but to stay here. I'll make sure that you only think of me when I leave and come back here. I'm tired of waiting for you. My patience is running out. I'll make you mine tonight, Yong."

What he said puzzled me.

Did he truly wait for me? Why?