Dilemma

19.

The car swiftly sped along the main road.

Eunwoo sneaked a peek at the pair of enemies through the rear-view mirror and saw that although the two were both seated in the backseat, there was a clear gap in between the two. He sighed to himself.

The Miss Mu from back in the day would seize every possible opportunity to get close to Third Young Master. Everywhere he went, she would be like a tiny tail attached to Third Young Master, her soft voice affectionately calling for him...

Now, the two were finally a couple, yet they were acting distant and estranged. What a twist of fate!

...

Lisa was feeling aggrieved and annoyed. The hands which Jungkook had grabbed were now bruised.

'That damned man! He's so rough!'

Lisa endured the pain and shook her arms. However, after noticing that Jungkook was looking at her out of the corner of his eye, she turned away and ignored him.

Although Jungkook was angry, he did not want to hurt her.

His face became grim as looked at the pair of pale and tender hands on the seat, then at the bruises that now covered her wrists. After this, he quietly scooted over to her.

A feeling of sadness arose from the bottom of the heart, a feeling known as heartache...

Lisa, on the other hand, realized that he was moving closer, so she quickly leaned in further against the side of the door!

When Jungkook saw her display her anger by distancing herself from him, he let out a sigh.

He stretched out his big hand and forcefully pulled her over to his side!

"What are you doing? Let me go!"

Lisa frowned as she used her hands and feet to try to push away Jungkook.

The two, who had only just been intimate last night, knew very well how dangerous it was to be this close to each other.

"Don't move, Little Lisa, I just want to hold you in my arms. "Not that I really mind you moving about in my arms either!"

Jungkook's voice was hoarse and deep. This king of magnetic voices caused Lisa to instantly recall the night before whereby every time he pushed in, he would mutter softly into her ears, "Little Lisa, do you like it when I act like this?"

Her small face instantly flushed red.

Lisa was ashamed and annoyed!

The two were still quarreling, but at this moment, she was also recalling that embarrassing and heart-throbbing scene. Oh, how useless she had been!

She had spent two years training herself to get rid of her cutesy manner and still her temperament, yet she had been so quickly overcome by a few of Jungkook's unwitting moves and gaze. How could she not be aggrieved and annoyed at herself?

"Does it still hurt?"

Kneading her small hands, Jungkook's tone became extremely gentle. He had never experienced this kind of pain in his heart before.

Even Eunwoo, who was driving, felt the atmosphere make a 180-turn. The corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily. 'Who knew Third Young Master could be this tender?

Wakaka...'

Lisa pursed her lips and did not reply.

Compared to the old her, her current self was devoid of emotion.

Jungkook sighed. He held her chin in his hands and met her eyes. His thin lips curled softly upward, revealing an attractive arc. Lisa could not resist such charm.

She hurriedly shook her head and replied in a quiet voice, "Not anymore."

Jungkook was still worried. He massaged her small hands and calmly said, "Little Lisa, don't be so hard-headed the next time. I can't control my temper well, and I'm afraid of hurting you..."

Lisa's eyes reddened and she turned her head away. Then, she responded in her a hoarse voice, "Are the emotional harms you've caused me any less?"

Jungkook didn't give an answer. His eyes dimmed as he replied, "In the future, I'll provide you a reasonable explanation, but for now, the less you know the better.

"You just have to remember that hurting you was never my intention!"

This was the first time Lisa had heard Jungkook speaking to her in this kind of tone. She could not help but question whether or not Jungkook was hiding something from her.

Jungkook's face darkened and he said no more. Lisa knew that Jungkook was the type of person who was strong-willed enough that, if he did not want to talk about something, no one would be able to pry open his mouth.