DANCE WITH THE DEVIL

CHAPTER 37

Areum giggled as Jaemin gently placed her on the bed, their lips still reluctant to part as they showered each other with small pecks and happy chuckles. Clad in their party attire, they seemed oblivious to the world outside, their hands intertwined as if their tight grip was the only thing anchoring them to reality.

Hovering over her, Jaemin pressed a longer kiss this time, their eyes locking when he finally pulled away. The air between them crackled with warmth and affection.

"Pretty," he murmured, his gaze softening.

"That's the first name you ever called me. Do you remember?" Areum replied, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

"Will I get a bullet in my head if I don't?" he quipped, raising an eyebrow.

Areum gasped in mock horror. "How do you know?"

Jaemin laughed, lightly bumping their foreheads together.

"I love you, chérie. I really do," he confessed, his voice low and sincere.

"Will I get a bullet in my head if I say I cringe?" she replied playfully.

"Mmm, no, but a shower of kisses will suffice," he declared, diving back in to pepper her face with soft, tender kisses. Each one made her laugh, and he trailed down her neck, sucking a visible mark into her skin.

"So sudden, Mr. Na," she chuckled, feigning innocence.

"You're so stubborn, Mrs. Na. I told you to behave in there, didn't I?" he teased, his fingers brushing against her cheek.

She smiled back mischievously, "Sorry, daddy."

"Bad baby," Jaemin laughed, leaning in to capture her lips again, this kiss deeper and more passionate. Their chemistry ignited the room, wrapping them in a cocoon of intimacy as they melted into each other.

The night stretched on, filled with sweet exchanges and stolen moments, love enveloping them like a warm blanket.

The next morning, Jaemin and Areum transformed back into the extravagant couple they were known to be, driving through the vibrant streets of Barcelona. The bustling city seemed to pause as they passed, their presence akin to a runway model's debut. Onlookers couldn't help but stare in awe, captivated by their undeniable allure.

Upon entering a high-end boutique, the staff immediately recognized them, scurrying to provide exceptional service as they stepped inside. Jaemin's credit card remained practically limitless, despite the growing mountain of shopping bags in their hands. After indulging in a lavish lunch, they returned to their hotel to pack their bags, preparing to head home.

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Aila's fifth birthday was a momentous occasion, one that deserved headlines if the world were fair. Their little princess was thriving in kindergarten—an idea that had originally been Areum's. She wanted Aila to enjoy a semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos of their lives, experiencing everything that regular kids did.

Jaemin remained apprehensive, but after countless assurances from Areum, he relented, agreeing to the plan. To ease his worries, he secretly assigned some of his men to keep watch around the school, ensuring their daughter's safety without her knowledge.