[2] Reborn [Jirose Adaption]

Chap374-Did Park Jimin bring her in?

Time passed by minute by minute, Roseanne's body curling tightly up on the sofa gradually relaxed, but her hand was still on her stomach. She unconsciously fell asleep while suffering and waiting.

She slept soundly but dreamed all the time.

When Roseanne turned over and felt the weight of the quilt, she suddenly opened her eyes, looked down at the quilt, and found herself lying on the bed in the bedroom.

She remembered that she lay on the sofa and dared not move because of the stomachache and then fell asleep, didn't she?

How did she get into bed?

Roseanne sat up, looked down, and found that she was wearing the same clothes she wore last night.

Did Park Jimin bring her in?

As soon as this idea came to her mind, Roseanne felt a sudden thrill of joy in her heart. She threw back the quilt and hurried out of the bedroom.

As soon as she walked out, she saw a strange aunt cleaning the room. The aunt turned to see the bleary-eyed Roseanne and smiled at her politely. "Hello."

Roseanne knew someone would come in to clean up the room from time to time. She smiled politely to the aunt and then glanced at the study, asking, "Is Mr. Park still here?"

"Mr. Park left as early as six o'clock in the morning." The aunt wiped the end table with a clean cloth and said, "I came at six o'clock and saw you sleeping on the sofa with no covers on, so I took you into your bedroom. Mr. Park left early. He must be in the office now."

The little flame that had just risen within her was instantly quenched by a basin of cold water.

"You helped me into the bedroom?" Roseanne's eyes were fixed on the aunt.

The aunt was wiping the end table and other furniture carefully and didn't look at Roseanne. She said as she wiped hard, "Yes, it's still a little cold in spring. You may easily catch a cold if you kept sleeping like that, so I helped you in."

She said no more and turned away to the study. She pushed open the door and walked in, only to find that the computer, documents, books, and other stuff in the study had been tidied up by the aunt. There was no trace of him left here as if she had been alone all night, and no one else had existed.

The aunt cleaned up the apartment very quickly. The room was full of freshener scent and the fragrant smell of laundry detergent, but no of the smell of Park Jimin.

"Do you want breakfast? I made toast, and there is milk. I can make some porridge or noodles if you don't like it." The aunt went into the bathroom to wash her hands and then walked out to ask her.

"I'm not hungry." Roseanne said flatly, ready to go back to her bedroom.

"But you should have breakfast. You look pale. Is there something wrong with you?"

"No, maybe it's because I didn't sleep well."

She didn't want to say much, so she went straight to her bedroom. As soon as she closed the door, her legs seemed to lose their strength, and she leaned against it.

Park Jimin didn't even bother to look at her. How could he care if she was suffering a stomachache when he returned to his study so coldly?

Did she really overestimate her significance to him?

Roseanne closed her eyes, then opened them and looked out of the window. From this angle, she could see clearly the Park Corporation's building. This modern building, which was dozens of stories high, was covered with tempered glass and stood out among the surrounding high-rise buildings. She rested her eyes on the top floor of the building. The glass outside the building reflected the sun's golden tint, but the glass was so cold that she couldn't see the staff or the man in it.

The aunt came and knocked on the door. Roseanne opened the door, and the aunt handed her a cup of hot milk. "Have a cup of hot milk. Drinking it hot is better for your stomach."

"Thank you. I don't..." Roseanne suddenly paused and looked up at the aunt, who was smiling kindly at her. "How did you know I have a stomachache?"

The aunt paused and then smiled kindly and gently at her again. "You slept on the sofa with your hand on your stomach, so I think you might have a stomachache or an upset stomach."

"Really?" Roseanne asked.

The aunt smiled again. "Please drink the milk when it's hot."

Since the aunt was not going to answer her, Roseanne took the cup, touched the edge of the glass that was at the right temperature, and looked again at the small, thin aunt.

The aunt looked thinner than she was. How could she get her into the bedroom?

Roseanne remembered that she had been sleeping soundly. If she had been helped back to her bedroom, she would have felt it, but she didn't feel anything at the time. Besides, the aunt was so thin that it was impossible for her to hold her steadily.

And this aunt absolutely couldn't carry her into the bedroom.

And she was usually very alert when she slept unless the person holding her was Park Jimin, who she felt safe with.

This apartment in Ao Lan International was so big that the distance from the sofa in the living room to the bedroom was not short. If the aunt helped her into the bedroom, how could she feel nothing?

Roseanne put the glass to her mouth, slowly drank a mouthful of milk, and then looked at the aunt who avoided her eyes and turned to go on with her work with a smile.

Roseanne stood in front of the door, drinking milk and looking at the sofa, then back at the bed in the bedroom.

...

They were very busy after returning to South Korea.

Both Park Jimin and Roseanne were busy. With the steady growth of the domestic real estate industry in the past six months, her studio had become the hottest cooperation target for many real estate companies. She spent a lot of time traveling around the country, buying potential land in other cities or expanding the studio's operations, as well as promoting some projects in the tourism industry.

The income was indeed considerable, and she had appeared repeatedly in domestic financial news.

She didn't spend much time in South Korea during the last two months. When she finally could come back and take a break for a day or two, she had to have meetings in the studio or receive bidders or administrators of real estate companies. She would occasionally take a few hours to go back to the mansion or Ao Lan International, but she could never meet Park Jimin.

She heard that the Park Corporation was about to merge with Park Group. Under Park Jimin's leadership, the Park Corporation's performance rose to unprecedented heights, and now it was on the rise to even rival the nation's top companies. The Park Corporation had been an unexpected dark horse in Korea's technology industry and was growing at an unprecedented speed in the past two months.