How to Have a Baby Secretly-Chapter 30

“Just… relaxing.”

Jinwook listened to Sunwoo’s answer while staring at his monitor. Several photos were displayed on the screen, sorted by time.

Every single one showed Sunwoo.

There were shots of him entering and exiting the hospital, getting into a taxi, speaking to an airport employee, buying a ticket at the airline counter, sitting at the gate, and boarding the plane.

There were no photos from inside the plane. Given the confined space, the bodyguard who had followed Sunwoo must have been cautious about not getting caught.

But the photos resumed as soon as Sunwoo disembarked—leaving the airport, arriving near the beach, and entering the real estate office.

Dozens of photos, taken almost back-to-back, had been sent to Jinwook’s messaging app.

“Make sure you eat well. Eating properly is the most important thing when you’re traveling.”

“…Okay.”

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There was a slight delay before Sunwoo responded. He was probably still trying to figure out why Jinwook cared so much about his meals.

Their relationship had always been one-sided.

One person watching closely. The other completely unaware.

Or perhaps Sunwoo was aware but had always misunderstood. Either way, Jinwook had no intention of clarifying things now.

That ship had sailed.

Instead, he wanted to focus on changing the present—and maybe the future.

It was a thought he wouldn’t have dared to entertain before. But now? Now, it didn’t seem so impossible.

“Get plenty of sleep. Don’t overexert yourself.”

Jinwook’s mind drifted to the moment he’d seen Sunwoo at the hospital.

The way Sunwoo had stared at him—blank, almost as if he were seeing him for the first time—still lingered.

At the time, Jinwook had thought it was deliberate, but it wasn’t.

Sunwoo really didn’t remember.

And after losing his memories, his attitude had changed so much that Jinwook couldn’t help but drag back the feelings he thought he’d buried.

Feelings he had tried to ignore and push away.

“Kang Jinwook.”

Sunwoo finally called his name, his tone suggesting he was ready to end the conversation.

The title of “Director Kang” had long disappeared. Now it was just Kang Jinwook—as casual as if it had always been that way.

Jinwook’s lips curled into a small smile.

His eyes lingered on the image of Sunwoo entering the single-story house with the agent.

Of all the places to go right after arriving in Jeju, why had he gone there first?

Jinwook wanted to know.

But it wasn’t a question he would ask Sunwoo.

“You said you’d take responsibility, so don’t worry about the cost. Eat well and use the card I gave you without hesitation.”

“…”

Sunwoo didn’t respond this time. Or maybe he hesitated, thrown off by the mention of the card.

After all, he hadn’t used it even once.

Probably because he didn’t want Jinwook to know where he was or what he was doing. He certainly couldn’t have mentioned that he was going to Jeju to look for a house.

Sunwoo had never been the overly cautious type, but it seemed losing his memories had made him more calculating.

“I’m hanging up now.”

After a brief silence, Sunwoo finally decided to end the call. Jinwook let him go without argument.

“Alright. Rest well, and don’t forget to text me when you eat dinner.”

Jinwook’s voice was gentle, though Sunwoo couldn’t see the softness in his expression.

“Got it. I’m hanging up now.”

The call finally disconnected, leaving the room quiet. Jinwook placed the phone back on the desk and straightened his posture.

The warmth in his demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by cold professionalism.

“Continue the report.”

Secretary Gwak, who had been waiting the entire time, immediately stepped forward.

“Choi Sunwoo purchased a house near the beach.”

Jinwook’s eyebrows lifted slightly. His eyes moved to the photo of the single-story house displayed on the screen.

So that’s what he’d been doing in Jeju.

“A house?”

“Yes. It’s an old property, about 70 years old, but recently remodeled. The previous owners left behind all the furniture and appliances, so it’s move-in ready.”

“He bought it today?”

Jinwook cut him off, not caring about the details of the property itself.

“Yes. The agent said he saw the house, liked it immediately, and decided to buy it on the spot. Usually, houses like that are rented out for a few months or a year, but…”

Gwak trailed off, unable to finish.

“Not for investment?”

Jinwook’s sharp question made Gwak pause before shaking his head.

“No, the agent said it seemed more like he bought it for personal use.”

“Hmm…”

So Sunwoo had asked for a week off. Jinwook had been curious about the reason, but flying to Jeju out of nowhere had been unexpected. Buying a house there, though—that was even more surprising.

“A house he plans to live in, huh…”

Jinwook didn’t know what Sunwoo was thinking, but for now, he ordered continued surveillance.

“And while we were clearing out his old place, we set aside anything that seemed important. I thought you’d want to take a look.”

Secretary Gwak placed a manila envelope on the desk. Jinwook nodded and motioned for him to leave.

Once Gwak was gone, Jinwook opened the envelope immediately. Inside was a single sheet of A4 paper.

His brow lifted slightly as he scanned the contents.

At the top of the page, bold letters spelled out: “Contract.”

Tap. Tap.

His index finger drummed against the desk at an even rhythm—just as steady as the expressionless look on his face.

Then, the phone on the desk rang. Jinwook grabbed it and glanced at the screen.

Not Sunwoo.

Even worse—it was Kang Jintae.

“What?”

—“You’re always so rude, no matter when I call.”

Jinwook resisted the urge to retort and instead snapped back.

“What do you want?”

—“I heard Sunwoo’s place sold today. Thought you might already know.”

“I do. And?”

—“And? Your fiancé’s house is gone. What, are the two of you planning to move in together or something?”

Jintae’s tone wasn’t joking. If anything, it sounded like he was fishing for information. Jinwook’s irritation flared.

“What does it matter if I’m moving in with him or marrying him?”

—“Of course it matters. He’s someone we’re bringing into the family.”

Jinwook let out a cold laugh.

“Oh, really? Think Dad would agree with that? Even if they’re the family of someone who saved him, Sunwoo’s still a Beta. Dad’s the type to rant about how recessives dilute the bloodline.”

Still, there was a reason Sunwoo had been pushed into Jinwook’s life in the first place.

Jinwook’s gaze shifted back to the contract Secretary Gwak had left.

A frigid smirk tugged at his lips.

—“It doesn’t have to be an official marriage, does it? Not like he qualifies anyway, right?”

Jintae’s words wiped the smirk off Jinwook’s face.

The comment wasn’t aimed at Sunwoo.

It was a dig at Jinwook’s mother.

A woman who’d never had a proper marriage, who’d been left to live and die alone—all because of her son, Jinwook.

—“Still, it’s a relief. You seem to like him. Both Dad and I were worried because of his family’s history. Do your best.”

Jintae’s voice carried a faint laugh as he continued.

—“Who knows? Maybe he’ll manifest as an Omega after all. That family has a history of producing them. If he’s dominant, it could work out.”

It felt like someone had poured filth directly into his ears. Jinwook’s expression twisted in disgust.

He didn’t need to hear another word.

“Hang up.”

—“Wait, hold on! So where exactly is Sunwoo—”

Jintae was probably about to ask where Sunwoo had gone, but Jinwook ended the call without answering.

Scowling, he turned his attention back to the photo on his desk.

Sunwoo was smiling in the picture—clearly pleased about something.

Jinwook stared at that smile for a long time.

Then, he picked up his phone again and began typing out a message.