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Want to see how the selfish, arrogant, egotistical and self-centred Jay Park takes care of his younger sister, Aya Park, who is a teen mother, and her toddler, Rose Park as they go through thick and thin together?
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“Jay, I will not abort this baby. It's mine. I can't do it.”
He stared at her with his gaze perforating her head. His cold stare did not waver, making Aya apprehensive and afraid of his answer which was most likely going to be negative.
The man stood up from the sofa, taking painfully slow steps towards her until he was right in front of his younger sister's petite frame.
Seconds seemed like hours as he stared at her with a blank look on his face and coldness looming in his eyes.
He was not happy with what his sister had done. Even she, herself, was ashamed. What would she expect from others?
He opened his mouth, speaking for the very first time since she had stepped inside his luxurious house.
“I am sorry, Aya Park. I will not—”
“No, it's okay. You don't have to help me. It's... It's my fault. It will be selfish of me to drag you in this mess. I am sorry for disturbing you. I'll get going”, she cut him off with once confident eyes now wavering with confusion and apprehension of future, twinkling with layers of tears.
'He has changed', she thought.
Shifting her gaze to her feet, her one hand unconsciously touched her stomach as if assuring her unborn child that she was going to give it a good future even if she had been turned down by her last hope. Even if the harsh and ruthless wind of her life had blown the last flickering flame of reliance. Even if the problems of her life like merciless waves of the ocean had ruined the hope she had temporarily engraved on her heart like the not long withstanding letters carved on the sand on a shore.
Her train of thoughts came to a sudden and unexpected halt before she could turn into an infamous sad philosopher, by a soft and gentle clasp of fingers around her wrist.
Jay rolled his eyes on her words as he pulled her towards him in a well longed, warm and safe hug.
He wrapped one arm around her waist as he placed his hand behind her head, as he used to do when they were kids.
With mouth hung open and eyes wide with confusion yet a glimmer of joy and happiness, she looked up at him with a vague emotion of dubiety.
He once again rolled his eyes before pushing her head against his chest.
“You are an idiot, you know? Just let me complete my sentence for once”, he spoke making her furrow her brows.
“But—”
“Shut up, kid. I was going to say I will not only take you and your baby in but I will also look after, protect and make you both feel loved.”
Her eyes widened as she whipped her head towards him, staring up at him with shock written all over her features. Bringing her hand up, she slapped her cheek making sure her mind was not hallucinating to soothe her stressed state.
