MAIN CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE ADULTS.
Jungkook will never forgive Lisa for what she did to him many years ago, no matter how stuck they are together. Nor his honor or loyalty will hold him back from doing what he has to do. But Lisa is a player...
He really hadn't been sleeping and it was because of her.
Lying on his crossed arms, he peacefully rested; his cheeks puffed sweetly and his thin lips were stretched like those of a small child.
He looked vulnerable and so tired. Dark circles were under the shadow of his short eyelashes.
All the questions she had vanished from her head because her heart softened, warm, beating.
This man could whip her with a viperous tongue and then look like that for spending days and nights trying to right a mistake that had required him to bow his head, something she knew he hated to do. The Jeons were raised to be arrogant, proud people, the kings of a dynasty; apologies weren't in the menu.
How could he be so mean and at the same time not be able to sleep because of her? How could he be so charmingly contradictory?
"You're so cruel, Jeon Jungkook," she murmured, brushing away a stray strand of hair from his eyes.
He was too good at playing with her heart, because it was in his hands and she wasn't going to be able to get it back anytime soon as he kept doing this to her.
Damn.
"Tell him to look for me when he wakes up," she ordered Jimin, on her way out.
"It will be a pleasure," Jimin was too excited to stop playing carrier pigeon, and followed her out, closing the door carefully. "How was it?" He asked as soon as they were in the reception, the expectancy in his face was so sweet. She had found quite a new family in Manoban's & Co., between her husband's employees, and it was heartwarming.
Lisa couldn't help but break out into a huge smile in front of him and Minnie and it was enough for them to hug her and shower her with congratulations.
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"Don't tell me you're asleep too," she whined.
Her father opened only one eye from the hospital bed, confirming that it was only her, and then he sighed in relief. "Sorry," he cleared his throat and sat on the bed, needing his daughter's help to arrange the pillows and blankets behind him. "The nurse won't stop harping on about giving me these awful vitamins. I can't stomach them! The only way to get her off my back is by pretending to be asleep."
"Dad!" She scolded him. "You have to take all they give you!"
