_{☥ The buzz of his phone interrupted his thoughts as he gazed at the room—-yet another attempt of finding a home, making him regret for each and every one that he had sold his home when he had left Seoul last. There was a crease between his brows as he slipped his phone out of his pockets, wetting his lips as he looked down, unlocked it and looked at the message. And for long moments he merely gazed upon it, before he lowered his phone as if to put it away—-only to raise it again to look at the message. It was obvious that it was not supposed to be read by him, yet there it was in his phone. Did they realise it had been sent? Was it on purpose after all? Or an accident he might do better not to acknowledge in case it might cause embarrassment? “Mr Lee?” the real estate agent interrupted his thoughts, making him blink and swiftly look up. As if a secret to be kept, the phone was in his pocket within a heartbeat, and he looked up with a smooth smile. His secret.}