“Who are your family?” Aiden asks after he’s swallowed his first bite. “And why do they expect you to look a certain way?”
“They’re the owners of Hae Min Group in Korea. You might not know them,” she says.
He probably doesn’t. I certainly didn’t.
But Aiden surprises me. “No way. Really? Your family owns SKE Entertainment?” He turns to me. “That’s one of the biggest movie distribution and production companies in Korea. It distributes a lot of Hollywood films.”
“We might,” Yuna says carelessly. “I don’t involve myself with the group’s business. That’s my brother’s thing.”
The asshole who wants to marry her off for some merger BS. Maybe somebody promised him another movie distribution business or some crap like that. Bastard. “She runs a charitable music foundation for her family,” I say to Aiden. Or maybe she isn’t doing that anymore. I can’t be sure.
Her phone buzzes. “Excuse me.” She checks it, then instantly pales. “I have to go.”
Chilly apprehension rakes through me. She never batted an eye with Jessica or Ella…or even Melvin. For her to react like this, it must be something really important. Did her family finally find a groom she can’t refuse?
“What’s wrong?” I ask, my mouth dry.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Declan
“Ivy’s husband says she’s in labor. I need to go.” Yuna’s hands are shaking a little. “She’s early.”
“Some women have their babies early,” Aiden says soothingly.
He knows about as much about pregnancy as I do—zero. But I nod anyway, because I hate seeing the panicked expression on her face.
“No. The first baby’s supposed to be late. It was for my sister-in-law and two other people I know,” Yuna says.
I glance at Aiden. Does he know other cases that refute what she just said? He makes a noncommittal noise. So I guess not.
It’s left to me to step up.
“I’m sure she’ll be fine. We have the best hospitals in the country here. I’ll drive you over.”
Her eyes dart to Aiden. “But your friend…”
“Is an understanding man who is perfectly willing to take care of everything while we go ahead and make sure your friend is doing fine,” I say.
“Thank you,” she says, then turns to him. “Sorry.”
We drive to the hospital. Yuna fidgets with her phone, then sighs. “I hate medical websites. They only talk about worst-case scenarios.”
I can’t think of anything to say. I almost never look up medical information online for that exact reason. You can Google a paper cut, and they’ll warn you of some dire infection that results in gangrene and cancer.
“Do you think everything’s okay?” Yuna’s not even rational anymore. She’s asking to reassure herself more than anything.
“Of course.” It’s the only right answer at the moment. I’m used to dealing with hysterical exes having drama-queen tantrums, but trying to calm down somebody who’s concerned about a friend is new. “If not, somebody would’ve told you something. Her husband didn’t say anything was wrong, did he?”
She shakes her head. “Just that her water broke during lunch.”
“There you go. She didn’t fall or anything. Water breaking during lunch? Pssh. Happens all the time.”
“It does?”
“Yes.” Seems reasonable, anyway.
She’s quiet for a moment. “You’re making things up. Like with the forehead varicose veins.”