Lisa glanced at the medicine, confusion marred her face.
"You tend to get injured by prawn shells," Jungkook indifferently said before walking out of the room, leaving Lisa stunned.
There was no sound of the door slammed shut or anything as such. He was not childish. All she could feel was silence, but it was not comforting as before, instead, the silence was kind of depressing.
Lisa slumped back on the bed weakly as she looked at the medicine kept near her feet.
Her mind drifted back to a distant memory.
The little girl passed him her tiffin box as they sat below the shade of the magnolia tree in the compounds of his beautiful farmhouse.
The boy looked at her in slight curiosity.
"I don't like prawns at all. Since you love them, this is for you," Little Lisa blinked mischievously.
The dish was prepared by her big brother, luckily she did not tell him that she wanted it for her crush or else he would have never made it.
Looking at the twinkle in her eyes, the fifteen-year-old Jungkook received the tiffin box from her, his cold features softened, "Why don't you like prawns? They are tasty." He said.
Little Lisa shook her head, "What do you know? I'm pretty delicate, brother Jungkook. These prawn shells always prick my smooth skin," She said narcissistically.
"That's because you don't know the proper way to remove them," Jungkook flicked her forehead, "If you want, I can always peel it for you." He said.
Just as she opened her mouth to reply, he put a deshelled prawn into her mouth.
"Umm.." she quickly chewed it, "Then I shall thank you in advance," she blinked.
Coming back from her thoughts, Lisa looked at her hands, her fair fingers have turned red due to being pricked by the prawn shells. They were barely noticeable but she felt the pain while cooking.
She did not know when he noticed her hand downstairs. She was just startled when he suddenly lifted her off the ground.
And she did not know what came to her mind back then. She felt regretful but it was of no use.
Lisa weakly slumped back on the bed as she closed her eyes.
"I hurt him..." she whispered, her voice was barely audible but there was a tremor in her tone.
...
"Walk out? You sure are audacious.." Before Jennie could say anything, a cold voice was heard, decreasing the temperature in the VIP lobby along with the man's freezing aura.
"You..." Joy froze when the man removed his mask revealing that handsome face that had her kept dreaming ever since she laid her eyes on him.
She did not focus on his words.
She thought he must have misunderstood the situation or he might have said that to protect her. But she could not have imagined it in her wildest dreams that he was defending Jennie, the woman she called a beggar.
"President," she bowed, putting up a professional immediately.
Jennie's frowned. President? Does she work for Taehyung? Why else would she address her with such familiarity?
Her thought process was hindered by the way the rude lady suddenly transformed into a graceful and polite one.
Dual personality disorder.
The condition flashed in her mind.
'This lady sure needs a psychiatrist," she thought before looking back at Taehyung in wonder. Does parking a car takes so much time?
"What is happening here?" Taehyung asked as he looked at Jennie, who just casually shrugged.
She did not feel the urge to explain.
Joy got impatient though, "President, although I don't want to trouble you over such trifles but this lady here bumped into me, breaking my phone in the process. She not only refuses to apologize, she even behaved so rudely with me," she quickly said, turning around the overall situation.
Even the manager was stunned at the speed of her thought process. Just how sleekly she turned around the whole thing? But he still nodded his head showing her support.
In the end, Miss Joy is said to have a special relationship with President Tang. He did not dare to offend her even when there was a slight prick in his conscience when he framed the innocent lady.
Taehyung looked at Jennie who did not seem to have any intention of explaining but he could see the anger on her face.
"These people do not even know how to behave, who knows where she came from," Joy spoke up once again when she saw Taehyung's eyes lingering on the woman's face for a long time, "I am not even asking for her to compensate, she could at least apologize properly," Disgust was apparent in her eyes, but her face was as gentle as it could be.
The fox that he was could trace out the slightest shift in someone's intentions and purpose. So, how could Taehyung not notice her intentions?
Who knows where she comes from? The young miss Jeon would obviously come from the Jeon Family.
Taking his silence as consent, Joy went on, "I am deeply apologetic to hold you up for it. You must be very busy, President. You don't need to worry about me. I can deal with this disgusting..."
"Shut up.." Taehyung stopped the woman before she could blabber any further, "She is here with me."
What?
The manager and Joy looked at the man with disbelief.
"No.." Joy was about to yell at him but she quickly composed herself and put on her façade, "If you know her, how could I have never seen you with her?" she asked trying to hide the envy in her eyes when she looked at Taehyung who was glancing at the woman with a soft gaze.
When has the man ever been capable of such a look?
The manager also nodded. Since Miss Joy is his Secretary, she would obviously know about his acquaintances. Furthermore, how could President Tang treat his rumored special lady so harshly?
"Heh~" Taehyung chuckled but his smile did not reach his eyes, "I am not the kind of man who would publicize his private life," he coldly said.
"But.."