The Widow's Guardian

Chapter 15

I was going to kill the Haechi. I was going to kill him in as many ways as possible.

My gift isn't even a gift for me!

The neon pink bikini was brighter than the sun and the lace was more transparent than my expression when I played poker. I wasn't good at bluffing and this bikini wasn't good at covering anything but ensuring that half my behind stuck out. I would be as red as the setting sunset if I went in public.

I am going to kill him!

I couldn't leave the room. There was more skin than clothing. And the worst of it was that it was lace! This man!

I didn't want to leave the suite anyway. The room had private access to the floor. When the woman behind the front desk had advised us of our luxurious stay, my eyes had skimmed the figure of my guardian in a new light. How rich was he?

Very rich!

I realized this when I entered the room. The modern room was gigantic with a living room and dining area, plus three bedrooms. We even have a butler if I ring the bell! And a whirlpool bath that almost made me faint. And is that a mini bar? IT IS!

I didn't want to leave. I wanted to remain in the room for the entire vacation with the comfort of the complimentary robe.

My phone dinged. I grabbed it, about to toss it out the window if it was the Haechi again. He was down at the bar impatiently waiting for me. The last picture he sent me was of five empty shot glasses. I didn't know how much alcohol a guardian could consume before it affected him, but I was going to find out tonight. I supposed I would be holding his hair this time.

I picked up my phone, unlocking it as I sank into the most comfortable sofa I ever laid on. Did you arrive in Boryeong?

Ah, precisely who I wanted to speak to.

The spirit's case had been echoing through my mind the entire time the Haechi checked us into the five-star hotel. Great hotel indeed, I thought, hearing the surround sound kick on when I turned on the television.

I occasionally liked to check into the stocks of my husband's company. I had sold my stock to pay off any little debts we had and the mortgage, so I only had to pay the taxes and utilities which was enough for me. Even so, I liked to see how the company was doing. Sometimes I still thought it was my company. Maybe I always would. I never succumbed to any corporate policies. It hadn't been relevant to me and wouldn't have been relevant to me as a wife, but I knew enough to get by. I knew enough about stocks to know they had been doing well lately.

Yes, and I am vetoing this BIG TIME, I furiously typed back almost misspelling every word.

Afraid of a little mud?

My eyes widened at the winking emoji. I released an aggravated howl. Dae-ho was mocking me!

I am afraid I may drown your friend in the mud by the end of the day.

The phone rang. Lion Cub came across my screen with a photo of the drooling lion in the bathtub. I ignored the number, sending it to voicemail. I had five minutes tops before the guardian barged in. Five minutes of solitude.

Please at least bring back his body. I want to taxidermy it. It would look great in your main hall.

I was laughing so hard that I snorted. Gladly!

I was about to set my phone down, preparing for the arrival of my unwarranted guest with a thought sprouted in my mind.

I snatched my phone, frantically typing with one eye on the door. I had to do this fast before the Haechi came in and lectured me.