Pampered Wife's Counterattack

332.Injection

“A message isn’t as urgent as this.” He did not have any mood to check his messages. Instead, what he wanted was…

He took in her fair skin and said heavily, “Lalisa, in the future, you’re not allowed to tan your skin anymore!”

It was a demanding command and not a negotiation. “Every inch of you… belongs to me!”

“I won’t do it again.” She regretted her previous foolish decisions.

It hadn’t been easy trying to get her skin to return to its original tone. She would be a fool if she tried to darken her skin tone again.

His cold and distant gaze appeared pleased at her obedient reply. He lifted his hand and gently caressed her long hair. The intention in his eyes was clear. “Lisa…”

“Jungkook, it’s not convenient now…” She was helpless. This really was not up to her. She had no choice.

He ignored her and was about to proceed further.

Lisa urgently whispered in his ears. “I… my great-aunt is here.”

[1. In Chinese, ‘my great-aunt is visiting’ is a metaphor for a woman’s period.]

Regardless of how unfamiliar Jungkook was with women, he still understood this. “Is this why you rejected me earlier?”

“Obviously!”

Although she raised her voice, he was not upset. Instead, he felt some joy in his heart.

Thankfully, she was not protecting her body for any other man.

He nearly had to employ all his restraint to move away from the bed.

Right now, it was inconvenient for her. He was not a bastard who would put her body at risk to do such a thing.

He had already instructed the helpers to fill up a portion of the closet in the main bedroom with her clothes.

He personally retrieved a new set of clothes and handed it to her. After that, he quickly left the room.

Lisa saw that his movements were almost stiff from the way he was restraining himself. She hurriedly changed her clothes and tried to keep up with his pace. However, she was still one step behind.

She searched the enormous study room and the extravagant living room on the first floor but could not find him. She asked one of the helpers on the night shift. “Where’s Jungkook?”

“Young Master went out,” the helper responded respectfully.

“Where did he go?” She continued asking.

“He did not inform us.” The helper shook his head.

Lisa brought her phone out to give Jungkook a call but heard his ringtone from the staircase.

Butler Zhao held Jungkook’s phone as he descended from the stairs. He approached her and respectfully informed her. “Miss Lee , Young Master did not take his phone with him. He left instructions for me to wait for him in the living room.”

“I’ll wait for him too, then.” She sat down on the luxurious sofa in the living room and rubbed her forehead to ease her headache. She reached for the remote control on the coffee table to switch the television on.

She carelessly switched through a few channels. From military related media to animal documentaries to ridiculous dramas… However, she soon found that she couldn’t focus on any of it.

She was too worried about Jungkook.

She felt a lot flustered internally and decided to switch the television off.

After ten minutes, Jungkook returned. Lisa saw him entering through the door and rushed to welcome him. She urgently asked him. “Where did you go?” The concern in her voice could not be mistaken for anything else.

Her concern caused his heart to warm up. However, he still responded coldly and in a distant manner as was his habit. “Nothing much. I went out for a walk and stood in the breeze for a while.”

He would never let her know that a simple cold shower was useless for him.

He called a doctor over and received an injection with tranquilizing effects. Of course, this also had to be concealed from her, to prevent her from worrying.

Lisa saw that his complexion was fine and gradually relaxed. “Alright then.”

Jungkook took off his thick, large coat and placed it over her shoulders. He furrowed his brows in heartache. “It’s cold at night. Don’t catch a chill.”