The Royal Debt

~ 8 ~ Her Eyes That Speaks

But it was precisely this type of indifference and tranquility, which made Jeon Jungkook feel stifled in his heart, taking in a deep breath he then said, "I'm sorry."

At that moment the woman turned away, hearing those words, she couldn't help but pause for a moment, but she did not speak or turn around and continued putting on her clothes.

Jeon Jungkook did not say anything more, but felt like there was a stone weighing on his heart, making it hard to breathe. It had been the past guilt that he was experiencing again.

In less than 5 minutes, the woman had already worn her clothes properly and tidied her appearance, to make sure no one could see any peculiarity in her appearance. After that, as silent as before, she walked towards the door.

Jeon Jungkook saw that she was leaving without a word, so he couldn't help but ask, "Do you know the way back? Do you want me to send you back?"

This time the woman did not even pause at all, she walked out of the room, and casually closed the door.

Jeon Jungkook blankly stared at the door being closed, and couldn't help laughing bitterly. She was always considered top quality amongst the women he had seen in his lifetimes. Just as he was about to get off the bed, Jeon Jungkook whose hearing far exceeded the ability of the average person, heard a sobbing sound, coming from the corridor......

Seems like she cried just like that time, when..., however, she wasn't willing to let him see or hear it, unfortunately, she did not know he always had hearing that far exceeded the average, so she didn't manage to evade him hearing.

Once he thought of how during that whole period of time she was forcefully withholding her tears, Jeon Jungkook's feeling of guilt once again flared up.

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After tidying up, Jeon Jungkook remembered that he still had to open his lamb skewers stall. Although the stall doesn't earn much money, he always enjoyed being in bustling places where he can watch people come and go, the feeling of being immersed in an ever-changing world. Money doesn't matter.

After pushing his single-wheel vending cart to his spot, Old Lee who had been selling his deep-fried sausages smiled at Jeon Jungkook, "Jeon-ha, you came late today, did you have date or something yesterday?"

In his heart Jeon Jungkook muttered, there wasn't a date, but there was a bed, and in reality he dully replied, "How can there be such a thing? Don't let your thoughts drift off, I just overslept."

Old Lee laughed, and with satisfaction he said, "My daughter finished her internship and returned home, yesterday she even told me to remember the kindness you showed us. Jeon-ha, if it wasn't for you, how can we possibly manage to afford both letting my wife see a doctor and providing my daughter enough money to survive during her internship at that far away place?"

"Haha, remember what kindness? In the future when I'm out of cash to eat you can just let me freeload on a few meals and that will do." Jeon Jungkook jokingly said.

"Alright then!" Old Lee suddenly nodded and delightfully smiled.

But right at that moment, a few hoodlum's figures once again appeared in the market, spotting Jungkook and Old Lee, the leading little hoodlum evilly grinned.

"Jeon Jungkook, have you prepared the money I let you prepare yesterday? My brothers are waiting for that money to go eat breakfast and have a drink." the leader Song swung a silver chain in hand in circles as he moved forward with a smile that was neither cold nor warm.